Rainbow

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The rainbow comes across the hill,
It shines upon the sky, until
It frightens all the tears from rain,
And then it hides itself again.

Now when I'm very tired of play
I'll cross that rainbow bridge some day;
And while dear nurse and father scold,
I'll reach the end—and find the gold!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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