O innocent lamb are you here?
Again it is fancy and you are not near.
You used to graze in silent meadow,
Like silky cloud wandering in air.
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Once there was an overloaded aunt,
Whose habit was to taunt.
Always she walked like in parade,
And was always ready for a raid.
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It was a morning bright,
Time of flock's flight,
Black and blue, brown and white,
Pleasurely performed was religious rite.
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