I may be a fool
To want you so
But I'd be a bigger fool
To let you go
To find that elusive
Pot of gold
At the end of a rainbow
Before we're too old
To be that conclusive
To be this sure
It's so clear to me
It must be pure
Truth and beauty
My life's pursuit
From the root to the trunk
To the branch to the fruit
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