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Under the Sun , I Was a Good Boy

Under the sun I was a good boy

I never did wrong.

The trees were very giving

As I climbed

The highest branch

 

Under the sun , I was a good boy

Who never did wrong

 

The light would stay

Till I was too tired

To kick a ball

 

But at home, I was bad  boy

Who always did wrong.

The dark spelt

Foreboding

Trembling

Till...

The light broke way 

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