There are my fingertips on your palms,
And here are your fingertips on my ones.
This soap and that water are useless -
We can't delete them, and have to bless.
We've felt the Eternity and have to try
To find it... I'm not crying; my eyes are dry.
No, I'm not crying; my voice is calm.
Don't you see I'm homeless, my only home?
We can't stay here, we'll have to go.
You're the sun, I'm the rain - we're the rainbow.
The Rainbow
© Copyright: Шенна Дайр, 2002
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