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Happy Butterfly

I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company!
But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little one spend the day,
In sighing and dismay...

R.Mathangi
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G.K.SHetty Hindu Vidyala
Chennai 88

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madison Very good. Good sense of humour.

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