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We went for a walk on a rainy day,  we sat in silence without a say.  We listened for the wind to cry  we listened hard, for the wind was shy.  We whistled barefoot in the grass  watching clouds and dead leaves pass.  We skipped, we jumped, our laughter rang  we danced around while flowers sang.  A doggy might have passed us by  but we didn't stop to say goodbye.  We might have heard him, a bark or two  AND THEN WE DANCED OF A CLIFF AND... Oops?
look at her - do look:  full of ethereal grace and wonder.  more a faerie princess in a book,  never one to put under.   
eyes gleaming stars,  with no one as her guide  - she brushed away their scars;  saw constellations if she tried.   
story-weaver, you are so bright,  and still so very young.  go and take your flight,  just as the minstrels have sung.
Like a free bird, we descend on this earth,  And as a child we take birth,  Unknown from the dire world which lies outside so cold,  Our life is poured into a typical child’s mold.  And we, relish every moment of childhood,  And turn it into a photo, framed with wood.  Not in everyone’s hand lies the same fate,  And they turn out to be unfortunate,  Whose hands are not caressed with toys,  But tainted in factories with metals and alloys.  Whose eyes are not soothed by sun light  But by the dark mist which poisons their eyesight.  Whose legs do not get to kick the ball, &nbs

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