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I am celebrating my stories and poems, As I have written them in my own way, I am celebrating my stories and poems, As I have written them in my own way,
From birth to death, From rise to set, From birth to death, From rise to set,
A crow was flying above the sky No one loves him make him cry A crow was flying above the sky No one loves him make him cry
I have a naughty rat He always sat on a mat I have a naughty rat He always sat on a mat