Sunrise, sunrise. The rain is falling outside. The first rays of light appear and I'm cold. It's cold. You hold me. Your arms around mine and your chin laying softly on my shoulder. By now we'll sleep, you'll lie down with me and you'll hold me tight, as you always do when this happens. You'll tell me you love me, as many times as you can, you know how hurt I am. And we'll fall into a deep sleep, we'll dream of us, out there, in a place where we can be free. Somewhere far, far away from all this mess that keeps happening to us. We'll be far away, under this rainbow that's starting to appear.
After all there's always a rainbow at the end of every storm.
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