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Jun 2013
They tickle as they fall from the giant marshmallows that look slightly burnt
The children laugh and play between each weep
These tears are not salty like ours
They are pure and clear and perfect for drinking
But why do we laugh and prance while these marshmallows cry
Let us go up there and give him a hug
Let us go and make him happy
Spread the love that we once spread on earth
Climb the stairs to the marshmallows den and help him
Become happy once again
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