Through my hair
Goes the winter breeze
It fills the air
And shakes the treesIn the blue sky
Shines a beautiful sun
It makes me want to fly
It makes me have funBright, green grass
Covers the ground
It makes me happy
When the world is around
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Leftovers
PoetryLeftovers Leftovers of me Every story has a piece A piece of my heart