Our lives consist the colours of rainbow;
Some are of joys, though some little sorrows.
Green stands for hopes and orange for cheers;
And yellow represents our doubts and fears.
Our lives filled with love when comes red;
We always pray, it may never fade.
How it can be possible, 'cause blue is awaited;
Now we are heart-broken, when comes violet.
The band of colours, appeared in the sky;
It is completed, with our sigh.
When filled by the gloominess of indigo;
Our lives consist the colours of rainbow.
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