I want to write a song on rhyme;
My hand and pen will do the mime;
And make my heart to sound like chime;
I'll sing and dance to reach a clime;
My legs and head will move at a time;
For me to sing is not a crime;
But now my joy has reached its prime;
And I drop my pen with such sublime...
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