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It comes when it rains,
it comes with the sun.
It's gone when it's dark,
but it comes with the light.

It's colors are bright,
shiny and colorful.
They are high in the sky,
with the clouds and the sun.

The rainbow it is,
the light that it gives.
It's magical,
yet simple.
It's lovable,
yet something rare.

It isn't always there,
it goes when it doesn't rain.
It's here with the sun,
with the clouds and with God.

It's a weird yet intelligent way
to say it's alright,
by showing it's light,
after a long war.

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