Over the hills were rainbows grow
A sparkle and twinkle and then a dense glow
Great and tall they grow so high
Towards the sun up in the sky
Were dreams are born
And wishes come true
Imagination runs wild
With raindrops too
So soft they appear
With radiance of light
I wish I wish
And dream a good night
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