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Aug 2014
Wake up, wake up.
It's a brand new day.
Get up, get up.
Let's go out and play.

Sit down, sit down.
In the damp Dewey grass.
Lay down, lay down.
And watch the clouds pass.

Look up, look up.
Into the sky.
Look there, look there.
I think the clouds might cry.

Look out, look out.
Down comes the rain.
Run fast, run fast.
From drops smaller than a grain.

We're fine, we're fine.
We made it inside.
We're dry, we're dry.
Look at the bright side.
Reshnia crimson
Written by
Reshnia crimson  22/FTM/aurora colorado
(22/FTM/aurora colorado)   
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   Emmanuel Coker and SPT
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