In the early morning

when the sun was still drowsy

I went to the valley

and walked along the rainbow

where butterflies made a path and

held my hand and brushed the air

and showed me the way

where I heard sighs and saw tears drop

where a spring sprung and teardrops swallowed the colors

where the colors sighed

and butterflies were born

and the butterflies merged

into one

and the one was the rainbow

and I walked along the rainbow

where butterflies made a path and

held my hand and brushed the air

In the early morning

When the sun was still drowsy

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