Oh the colors of the night and the rain how it came.
Now it's gone but its damage and its victory still remain.
Oh the colors of the the water as it clings to all the leaves.
And the light inside the drops it glistens like a diamond of the queen.
Oh who am I to wonder why this diamond shines her light on me?
And who are you to tell a man he can't live in a dream?
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- Oh the world I travel as I follow this dream seeking only to make it more real. I share my song with both the wise and the foolish, for I'm wise and preposterous concealed. My eyes sometimes hide in the shadows of the night as I prows til the dawn dew makes her stick. For that is the hour when my soul finds her power and I begin conjuring my tricks. By tricks I mean captious sometimes contrary actions that my design and lucubration turn to song. That is what I am though I am just a man who lives each day as the journey goes on.
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