Tytuł: At the End of the Rainbow

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Again,
  At the end of the rainbow
  Again,
  No gold to be found
  Just this cold unmade bed
  The last 3 words you said
  And this buzzing on the telephone line
  
  Paris, well, there is fog on the Seine
  Amsterdam still courses through my veins
  All these dark crazy sights,
  Wouldn't be so bad
  If I could just taste your breath once again
  
  Honey I saw your daddy
  Lying by the roadside
  His feet sticking out of a sack
  Honey they'll be calling
  To tell you that your daddy
  Never will be coming back
  
  Again
  At the end of the rainbow
  Again,
  No words to be found
  Just this voice sad and alone
  Me wishing I was home
  And the silence on the telephone line