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rainbow daze

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She was a young lover attracting all shades of sadness

But she was mine

One night under heavens bridge she laughed at the gun smith

Who said my mechanization will bury us under all those pretty spent cassing

I walked back to havens alley

Where a wino and dedicated hobo told me

Not to lose hope and take your laughter seriously

I light a cigarette

They pulled a rainbow from their pockets

And said it’ll be a warm night

 it was 32 in the shade

I looked into her eyes and saw that

She was uninterested in my boredom

That was the last time we spoke

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