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Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life

Or, since that hope denies in strife of life, be thou the rainbow in the storms of life, the evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to-morrow with prophetic ray – Lord Byron –

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong And hide from these days we remained all alone Staying in the same place, just staying out the time Touching from a distance / Further all the time Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio / Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio […]

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