Somewhere over the rainbow, perhaps her own heart's Once upon a note ? Baby, I did not know Norma Jeane afore Vagabond time ushered another of this world's orphaned beauty Away but I be a child whom was aware, as there; these fragmented bits Catching your glimpse until one day, your beauty, also spread her wings to fly Beyound the gray churning cyclones in truth's black and white; unto colourful's gold.... Yellowbrick road while we became his Tin Man yet she, this lover of love looking at you, Baby.