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| When a child sits on a swing It's a throne for queen or king. Smoothly, gently it glides high, Bringing nearby treetops nigh. Back and forth with steady beat It soars up above the street. Any child would happy be To approach the friendly tree. Dreams can travel far and wide As the swing keeps up its stride. Nothing lasts forever, though. When it's tired the swing will slow. | ||
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