If lavender was green,
make me a salad.
If you were charming and true,
wrote a poem for you.
When the tea was warm,
rain had its romance.
But when I figured out the past,
the future looked bleak.
When the rays hit the bar,
rainbows dance to your brow.
When we were traveling,
we lost the map to the road.
I have a string,
but the band won't march for the lost glory.
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