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Walking On A Fish
The clouds were coming faster and faster,
rain drops were falling on water.
The Sun started to hide, not to see.
What was I doing walking on a fish?
Celebration of waves were around me,
no place to run, what I must do?
Help, perhaps I must scream,
Help me, Help me, What is this?
Oh No! I don't know how to swim.
Help Me, Wow it was only a dream.