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Nov 2017
In the dark of the night,
where there is not but a single light.
The children, they play,
rather than waiting till day.
You can hear their quite laughter,
and see them up in the rafters.
Not a single tear falls,
As they play till dawn.
Written by
Gemini  18/F/Texas
   Tea, Vallery and JMB
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