Little Shir asks the sky
We are going
for a walk.
Dear heaven,
stop that work!
Stop the storm!
You shouldn't let
It be thundering and wet.
Flush the ground,
that is right,
But I beg:
do it at night!
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for a walk.
Dear heaven,
stop that work!
Stop the storm!
You shouldn't let
It be thundering and wet.
Flush the ground,
that is right,
But I beg:
do it at night!
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