Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii
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Hey Jennifer. Sept. and Oct. are great months in NYC. Let me know if you make plans to come out! I'd love to see you and catch up.
I love how you contrasted the ugliness of the parking garage with the natural beauty of the rainbow. It is a great juxtaposition of nature and industrialism.
(n) juxtaposition; the act of positioning close together (or side by side)) "it is the result of the juxtaposition of contrasting colors"
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