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May 2014
The sky is yellow
I see a pharaoh.
Please, stop giving me sorrow.
I am not a scarecrow
or haystack for you to throw!

Are there smiles left for me to borrow?
Because I believe in a better tomorrow.
Written by
Yana  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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