WHAT WE FIND (C A D G B E)
Rainbows dream in black and white. We’ve been screaming through the nite. And what we find is not what we’ve lost.
It’s not important to me now. It has no meaning once it’s found. And once it’s here something dies. Something bursts from the light.
I heard the morning bird in the nite.
I saw pink and blue, green and red, light up the sky.
Rainbows dream in black and white. We’ve been screaming through the nite. And what we find is not what we’ve lost.
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