If I could pen a poem for every broken heart
And cook up some words for their loneliness
Then I could say I am successful as a bard
If my verses could mend their shattered dreams
And bring back to memory their lost sweethearts
And even for a moment pretend they are not apart
If my words could color the rainbow they hope for
That at the end they might find their dream of gold
Then everyone will be rich with happiness as foretold
As the lullaby promises pots of gold at the rainbow's end
Let us hunt for that dream as we pretend
That we never parted and are still around the bend
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