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Of Trips And Dreams

Once I was so fast asleep
My dreams were like a feather,
Tossed about from cloud to cloud
As mixed up as the weather,
Hot and cold my virtues ran
Happiness met with sorrow,
On and on as I pursued,
Gloomy was my tomorrow.
But now I found what I have sought
Thru living and thru pain,
Not above but here on earth,
The rainbow after the rain.

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