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Looking up to the sky i count Stars, i count my destiny in styles, looking and praying for a better days to come to fruition alizarin
Singing lovely songs of intensive revelation, ha-ya, ha-ya, lord take thy grace.
Little, Little, gentle girl, God have mercy infinite prospectively, propelity.
Looking up to Jah, felling little like a Flah, ooh they lord we have all the respite to accelerate.
Autumnium of anticipation have great jingle drive all they wride to they whole little step's.
Little madam, Little madam, no one forsake you, you are the best.
Mummy respect daddy, children have responded Glory, glory, daddy we love.
Children shouted singing, daddy we love you, daddy we love you, come and take us to school.
When children' got to school, they learnt and started singing, rain rain go away
come again another day Little children wants to learn, hip-hop-hip.
Great entry, best of luck. Nice poem