I remember a day in my childhood,
When I floated a paper boat on the stream.
It was a wet day of July and I'm happy over my play.,
I floated the paper boat on the stream.
Suddenly the storm clouds thickened,
The wind came in gusts, rills of muddy water rushed and swelled the
stream and sank my boat.,
Bitterly, I thought, that the storm had come on purposely to spoil my
happiness., all its anger was against me.,
All these long cloudy day of July, I have been musing over those
games in life, in which I was the loser,
When suddenly I remembered the Boat that Sank on the Stream.
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