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It's time to switch this scene and add some hope
with just a little help from clouds of gray ...
trust in my own true colors, climb and cope
as all the fallen rain just streams away.
A little green, I think I see the sun.
A bit of blue, a touch of yellow bliss ...
a tangy orange, red, I'm almost done!
Who knew that old, gray sky could like like this?
I'll reach across a mountain on a dare ...
perhaps a little hide and seek with trees?
Guess you could say I'm bringing up the rear -
being myself and hoping, someone sees.
It's time to switch this scene, let fade the lie.
Hope changes hearts. Rainbows? Make nice the sky.
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