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Incomprehensible is the rainbow before us,
Shines from it a glory we will never touch,
Clouds loom near by,
To cover its brilliance,
To leave us enchanted,
By only a glance,
It reaches the Heavens,
High above all,
Into the blue,
Hear the raninbow call,
It cries it is tired,
It may never believe,
The impact it's left,
On those who still grieve.
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What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.