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Jun 2016
The sun was singing in the sky,
Gazing upon the land,
It watched with joy the birds fly,
And beat upon the sand.

The people walked without a care,
Wiping sweat from their brows,
They let the wind blow through their hair,
And weaved through willow boughs.

But fast approach the clouds of gray,
Destroying all the fun,
For in the rain the people stray,
And so does the singing sun.
Sarah Strack
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Sarah Strack  22/F
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