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MY ODD THOUGHTS
I want a beautiful doll,
my friend wants a dress.
As we both know,
it makes us feel fresh .
The street will be crowded,
when it grows dark.
Then we will visit,
an empty old park.
It’s time to sleep now.
I want to say, ‘bye’.
Be cheerful, don’t be sad.
Be happy ,never cry.
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