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There she was, having a ball
As the grass grows tall
Where the sun beams bright
With the love for skylight
She sits upright with a feeling of no fright
“Everything is alright,” she mutters
As her eyes twinkle, while the butterflies in her flutter 

– Athina Ibrahim

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