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Here Comes My Sun.

Tip-tap tip-toe,
here comes the sun with a bow.
He runs fast yet walk slow,
Then climb a tree just to say hello.
He sits on the roof, jumps on the meadow,
Watch the birds as if it’s an airshow,
He imitates us and also the crow.
Though he cries hitting his elbow,
When he smile world feels like a rainbow.
Tip-tap tip-toe,
here comes my sun with a bow.

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