� Out here on Lake Brulee, a homestead rests where beavers play. �
� Once was a young man's home, who loved to fish out on his boat. �
� Now left are memories in boxes full of dust and leaves. �
� Just from one photograph, it's evident that men could laugh. �
� These are the colors of the rainbow. These are the colors of the rainbow. These are the colors of the rainbow. �
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� The seeker travels far and wide to see what's in the mind. �
� A blur of shades and tones is great ancestors' land designs. �
� There is no limit to the light that shines in children's eyes. �
� Rainmen bring days of running wild. There was so much to find. �
� These are the colors of the rainbow. These are the colors of the rainbow. These are the colors of the rainbow. �
These are the colors of the rainbow.
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The clouds have all rolled in, the lake is dark
The cabin dimmed, this traveler's pen is dry
The candle paints a starry night
We're all born colorblind as time goes by
The pigments show each story meaningful
And misty in the morning glow
These are the colors of our age
and more
These are the colors of our age
and more
These are the colors of our age
and more
These are the colors of our age
and more
These are the colors of our age
and more
These are the colors of the rainbow
These are the colors of the rainbow