A Song.
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Little flowers never worry,
they can’t began to hurry,
when the seeds began to grow.
Though its wet and also cold,
there is one thing you should know,
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain down on me,
So I can grow like a tree,
and be full and free,
and everyone can see me.
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