And I've bled every day now, for a year, for a year...
I did send you a note on the wind for to read.
Our names there together must have fallen like a seed.
To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground,
On the wind, I could hear you, call my name, held the sounds.

I am lost.
I am lost in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone...

(c) The Irrepressibles

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