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I asked myself when

Did God make that rainbow?
That bright one above.
It must be for you,
For He sprinkled it gently
With dashes of love.
I’ve never heard birds
That seemed quite so happy,
Or sang with hearts so full.
It isn’t surprising,
I’m just realizing
A miracle.
Don’t tell me the stars
Ever shone quite so brightly
In that velvet sky.
Or was it the blindness
That comes when you’re lonely,
Before love passes by.
For now that I’ve found you,
Love seems to surround you,
Bathed in glorious song.
So don’t tell me now,
That God made that rainbow
Before you came along.
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