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Child

Swinging today to tommorrow
It will be morning
My child still, sleep
I draw a curtain
Out of here,
There is yellow finger of sun
Clock ringing, seven time
I turn seven time, around myself
Still it remain to noon
Still it is time, that will waken up

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