Blown into my traces of hair,
I sat on this sonic rock,
Counting all my memories at flock.
Glimpse of jovial clinch in the past,
Running with Lessie while playing dust,
Plucking rambutas that harvest never last,
Play hide and seek and all that crust.
When the early dawn awaken,
Mischievous me act like a raven,
All creepers and small creatures feel threaten,
When realized will be caught in hidden.
The bond between Mr.Green and me,
Bringing me much joy and care free,
Solidarity young blood active like a bee,
Without fear I'm exploring spree and free.
As time passes away vividly,
Zone of childhood is always completely,
Diamonds of laughter that is so jolly,
I will forever keep this in heart solemnly.
-BELLE-
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