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Rainbow

GOD built a bridge
Across the sky
From ridge to ridge,
And arched it high;
And made it bright
Against the storm,
And wrought with light
Its rounded form.


So leapt your love
Across the sky
That loured above
So hopelessly;
And at its end
Of trembling light
You stand, O friend,
Beyond my sight.


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