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Easter Bunny in your basket brown
your flowers blue and white, purple when they frown on a grass carpet shining green, seeing a ribbon tied a funny face, two eyes peeping at me i'm only a yellow chick three, lost lonely searching for my family. Will you hop holding my wing teaching me how to fly high up in the sky, to find my mom holding me happy thanking you o bunny, here near the river bank the reeds I remember my home, blown away in the storm here near your basket. This our new home with promises, we won’t laugh when children smile, believing a baby chick can be born from an Easter egg. 27 - Text lines.
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