When all colors of a rainbow Turn into ashes, then I can say that All pretty colors have vanished... It's pretty to enjoy A rainbow's colors anytime, Anywhere, and everywhere, but It's difficult to enjoy a rainbow When its colors vanish... All rainbows are pretty and wonderful Unless their colors vanish Without any hope to return anytime..... ______________________________________________________________________
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