Fireworks at the Forth of July

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Sweet sounds in the night
You see tiny fires ignite
The animals hide away, afraid of the sudden disturbance
Sleepy children yawn
They weren't meant to stay for so long
Fireworks pop and pop
Each one falls with a drop drop drop
Little rainbows in encapsulating shapes
The forth of July
The time is nigh

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