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A Chim-Churvie My sister and I played in the sun, We walked and talked with laughter and fun. The sun warms the day and she my heart, No time will come to pull us apart. Dreams of our future, what we'd become, In tall grass by trees under the sun. Often to eat, not much, just a snack, Our secret place we'll always come back. Then toasting the day, a moment sublime, Chim-Churvie is our name for this time. |
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