There were no children in the park
People at home were reciting the holy hymn
I was too at home sad and unhappy all the day
Now how I longed to pass my time along with him!
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I stop my finger
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Before the game
After the gameIs the prize ceremonyDo you dare to claim to be a playerWithout playing?The word is a stageLife is a gameThose are the very old sayingsDo not sit with meFace to faceSlough your idlenessMind your useless indulgenceAll aroundThe taste of sweet breezeThe sunLove and warmth from the eastBirdsBuzzing, chirping left their nestBees are busySinging…