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A NEW YORK RAINBOW IN DECEMBER | |
The beauty of nature of any kind Will stay imprinted on my mind I shall see it, if ever I were blind. I can remember Hawaiian sunsets With all their beautiful hues. From pale alabaster to cerulean blues. Once landing in Iceland A rainbow of a different kind. A melting pot of immigrants brought here, Black white, brown and yellow, Filled with Christmas cheer, Awaiting the first moment of the new year. The descending ball is a lovely sight.
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