The storms bring back the sunshine,
desires just like mine.
Giving life to thirsty lands,
a life started in his hands.
Colors dance and rhyme,
songs of a life that is mine.
In a musical tune that's going to keep playing,
till the end of time.
Blue needs to cover red sometimes,
Electric blue rays and dancing red sandstorms,
only allowed to play at select times.
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