as a child i say
sound of drops
heard through the rooftops
Music turns to mellow
wanting now of a fellow
a gloomy sky makes a foodie
out of a heart so moody
Tomorrow it'll shine
Says a man using brine
from weary to merry
let's prepare the berry
For today we bake
a cake for feasting's sake
to a sweet dream
it's how we whip the cream
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