so the sky is blue but the rain is still comin,
the rainbows are out, and the thunders still drummin,
the sun keeps shining but the weather speaks of night,
to the simple minded things arent right,
but with an imagination you can see, t
his is just a part of the beauty, t
hat comes from a mind that is free
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