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The sunlight shines through her hair,
The rays clinging to her in despair.
She runs around the garden in her bow and dress,
Her twinkle eyed grandfather she wishes to impress.
With a chuckle he throws her up into the air,
Catching her, he places her in the swinging red chair,
As she flies through the air, she has not a care
She shuts her eyes and breathes the sweet summer air





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