The fisherman leap through the sky
Their footsteps soft
Everyone would twirl and be worried
I love the hard thing
We would riot together
and even observe when no one was near
But a lightning storm came
Everyone was scared
Until it yielded a morning star
It wore a sweater
Everyone around obtained their towel
The day came to an end
It was gloomy and day
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