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I remember those things we do together,

Like Dancing under the rain.

Going downstairs on hiding,

To reach the kitchen for eating.

Then mother will find us,

Checking the empty room.

We laugh seeing her on messy hair,

Checking us on downstairs,

Wearing her lovely duster.

Turning the lights on for checking,

Seeing us eating.

For piece of chicken from dinner.

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