Clots of reddish clay,
Mouthed in its vent;
Tender swooning play,
Decreasing and augment.
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Where is the rainbow's end?
Tell me where is it found?
My thoughts are now blend
And mingled, in spellbound.
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Life is colorful
With plenty of giving
No time too dull
In its growth and living
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Sunshine is once again here
Glowing from in and out
Golden threads everywhere
When low down and in doubt
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ég horfi
en hvert ég horfi
er í dýpt augans
og skilningur eftir hverri hugsun
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Now is no time for anything
Only some dreams faraway
This winter I wait for spring
The rising of a flowering day
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Good evening
Sunshine musical
Your heart is to sing
A song for us all
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Pink flower is beautiful
Always so much of anything
Playfully and never dull
As it is inside spring
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Now night has come to another day
Of falling shadows going
So much shall turn in the light play
Without we really knowing
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Day and night is beauty
The language of contrast ways
Waves from inside ruddy
From tint of sun and grays
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