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Children come to school On foot, bus or train They all become wet, When comes the rain. Children open their umbrella, Red, blue or cream They all shout in joy Rain you always come in my dream. Sagar Chand.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Rain, lovely rain
Children come to school On foot, bus or train They all become wet, When comes the rain. Children open their umbrella, Red, blue or cream They all shout in joy Rain you always come in my dream. Sagar Chand.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
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