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A Flower Came Out of the Lava
We should draw linear lines
Around the old castle; it is so old,
The stone melts into lava, which grew
a volcano inside the lava.
I don't know how the volcano rose
Out of the stone; it is so cold outside,
You have to wear your coat inside out.
I walked many miles to herd the sheep,
Far away from the stone castle,
But they are not ready to go yet;
The lava is too thick, so thick, it makes
Us want to go to
to sleep.
A flower blooms in the
middle of the volcano, and we dream
of a rose garden.
Around the old castle; it is so old,
The stone melts into lava, which grew
a volcano inside the lava.
I don't know how the volcano rose
Out of the stone; it is so cold outside,
You have to wear your coat inside out.
I walked many miles to herd the sheep,
Far away from the stone castle,
But they are not ready to go yet;
The lava is too thick, so thick, it makes
Us want to go to
to sleep.
A flower blooms in the
middle of the volcano, and we dream
of a rose garden.
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A Flower Came Out of the Lava
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