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I caught a rainbow one fine day

to show you all its light.

The colors were so crisp and fine,

and bold and brisk and bright.

...

But the red went through my hand,

as did the blue and yellow.

The purple, green, and orange, pink,

went to another fellow.

...

So all I've got is broken dreams;

no gift to give to you.

For one cannot hold onto things,

not meant to be held onto.

(c) 1992