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There once was a boy who lived in a house with his mother. |
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His room was piled high with crates of vinyl records. |
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The boy liked to sit on the floor with his turntable, his records stacked around him and strewn about. |
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At night, he could pull his blanket up under his chin and look around his new lit room. |
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One day there began a great period of rain. |
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When walking with his mother the boy saw a rainbow in the sky. |
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He asked her what it was. |
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He mother began, "it's what happens when the sun shines through the rain," but she soon paused. |
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She looked down at her boy and up again at the rainbow and thought of a different story. |
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She said "the rainbow is a path. It leads from dark to light and from light to dark. It leads to your imagination. |
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If you open your mind, you'll find your dusty rainbow from the dark." |
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The rainbow is a path. It leads from dark to light and from light to dark. |
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It leads to your imagination. If you open your mind, you'll find your dusty rainbow from the dark. |
