| I’m floating here from red to blue
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| The spectrum in between
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| Shifting in from yellow
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| Moving into green
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| Where’s the gold I’m looking for
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| The cauldron black and hot
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| The silver teacup overflows
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| And shows me to the spot
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| Is there a pot of gold
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| At the end of this sweet rainbow?
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| Shifting in from yellow
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| Feeling rather mellow, and I’m…
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| I’m looking for my friend
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| Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
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| Ever (ever!)
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| End?
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| Rainbow long and winding
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| Seems to never end
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| But perserverance pays its price
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| In looking for my friend
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| The dove I know will lend a hand
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| The pure no longer white
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| The purple face asphyxiates
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| And pales from the fight
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| Is there a pot of gold
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| At the end of this sweet rainbow?
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| Shifting in from yellow
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| Feeling rather mellow, and I’m…
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| I’m looking for my friend
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| Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
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| Ever (ever!)
|
| End?
|
| Is there a pot of gold
|
| At the end of this sweet rainbow?
|
| Shifting in from yellow
|
| Feeling rather mellow, and I’m…
|
| I’m looking for my friend
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| Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
|
| Ever (ever!)
|
| End?
|
| Is there a pot of gold
|
| At the end of this sweet rainbow?
|
| Shifting in from yellow
|
| Feeling rather mellow, and I’m…
|
| I’m looking for my friend
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| Will this rainbow ever (ever!)
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| Ever (ever!)
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| End? |