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RainbowsI started out looking for rainbowsAnd found only grimy grey liesAnd I could keep searching and searchingTil the day that I drown in the skiesRoaming without maps or anchorsWishing without voice or prayerThinking I was lost foreverChained to walls that were never thereIt’s a game you win when you stop playingUnsolved and intact, you succeedThe wide open sky is my canvasI can paint all the rainbows I need
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 11Austria waited outside the bedroom door, tapping his fingers against one another. The doctor had wasted no time in arriving and beginning the examination, and yet a great deal of time had passed since the door shut. Anytime an unpleasant thought imposed itself on Austria’s mind, he replaced it with “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.” Still, time wore on and his strategy was failing him. At long last, the bedroom door opened.“Come in, please,” said the doctor. Resisting the urge to run to the bedside, Austria entered the room. Inside, Hungary lay nestled in the centre of the bed. She was resting with her arms folded behind her head and a peaceful look on her face. A serene smile graced her lips as she watched him approach.“Thank goodness you’re alright,” Austria said.“Better than alright,” said the doctor. “There is good news.”“Wait, wait,” said Hungary, si