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May 2017
We walk we play,
we (d)ance the day away,
the sun always
shines in the morning,

then when it stops,
we will fall like (r)ain drops,
down to the
earth with no warning.

A gentle rain,
(o)r raging hurricane,
the sun sets and
then there is nothing,

slave to the tide,
when I'm down I (w)ill try,
But then you
were (n)ever as lucky.
J
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