I followed the rainbow to the end of my
days
Following the spectrum in it’s infinite ways
The brightness before my eyes always looking for paradise
Now I am weak dying in my bed with my last
breath let it be said
I
searched for paradise all my life and failed to see it was right there before
me
Paradise is not a land to search for,
however paradise depends on what we do with the land we have
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