Under the Rainbow

Under the rainbow, a man with a black top-hat sits waiting for you. What does he have to tell? What does he have to take? He wants what is most important to you, can you live without such a life? When will the rainbow take you back to childhood. Back to little feet and wet toes. Muddy boots, and rainy hoods. He can have everything, but that.

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