les voix: For/Getting｜Re/Membering

Today, I
Watched a series of documentary,
Recording an undergoing story,
Noting on one piece of history,
And, resorting to love and liberty.

Afterwards, I
Felt crushed on what it recalled,
Attracted by its determination,
Addicted to its social function,
And, involved in its penetration.

There is a fight,
Against the world as a whole,
For antidiscrimination of all,
Regardless of gender and moral,
Over the rainbow with support.

There is a parade,
Hot expecting to fly up high,
Lack of a short pause to get fine,
With more desire but less reply,
Without recheck on a long ride.

This society is still in need of,
Some education and clearance,
Presumably of kindness or openness,
Hypocritically doing something ill,
Forgetfully reflect the wrong phase.

On the rainbow boulevard,
The rainbowers has been are waiting,
For real, for good, for happiness,
Which should be true and blessed,
Over the rainbow boulevard.

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Over the rainbow
Lyrics: E Y. Harburg
Music: Harold Arlen

Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow Why, then oh why, can't I?

Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why, can't I?