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She floats in mid-air on her wings;Sits on flowers, feeding,Dances and prances in gardens,Loved by everybody.I am a creepy bug on the ground,Crawling ..
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To the hills shall I go,Run away from all sorrow,To the hills shall I return,For that's where I belong.And there shall be the blue sky greeting me,And..
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