ramsha aarif

every day a boy looked at sky bright and blue
one day the blueness flew
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trees gives us fruits vegetables
we are very happy with it
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
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