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Mar 2016
When the sun is shining bright
And butterflies fly around,
The birds whistle with delight
And kids roll on the ground,
So innocent and carefree.
But soon when clouds hide the sun's light,
the butterflies go unnoticed,
The bird's sounds unheard,
The kids, grown up,
Get involved in the real world.
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