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No one can say me tired,
As such I am not tired.
I am flying high,
High with white and black.
Am I a sand dune?
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2
Let us look after the bees
And enjoy honey.
Draw a family tree
And place your position therein.
Am I tired?
Here see I stood on my feet
And I would like to study myself.
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