Conclusion

Through tears the sunbeam glimmered

Then happily she smiled

The tempest passed

Alone at last

With a little rainbow child.

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Dawn runs in a crimson streak

Across a leaden sky—

Just like a pulsing vein of life

An artery of love not strife

And it livens the heavens high.

So in our sky today it seems,

No sign of life we see.

Do we not know,

Night’s bound to go,

Dawn follows instantly.

If it were not for the showers, where

would the rainbows be?

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