Somewhere over the rainbow, where I don't know, lies happiness abundant, many hope that it's redundant. Finding a rainbow can equal zero, so flows the eyes of the hero.
I got over happiness long ago, no such animal that I know. Blue road in on a black stallion, no luck with the lotto million. Up keeping a life of chances, many gamble with its romances.
Herded in a golden stable, I grab my saddle cause I'm able. There's no puzzle to the break in, after the tough ride forget the faking. Out on the hot desert prairie, the weight of a body is hard to carry. Wild horses run free in batch, aching legs will fight to catch.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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