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That Familiar Brown-Eyed Boy
That familar brown-eyed boy climbed the cliff the balmy hill with his reversed red cap and if it slipped off, he'd pull it down his fair strends of curly hair while he listened carefully to the cardinals's notes... to memorize them in a melody that he heard through the air! That familiar brown-eyed boy, passed by my open window each afternoon after school with his heavy pack-back,kind of small, making him sweat and stoop; he smiled and waved his hand at me... his name was Andre,the gentle kid, and he came from a modest family! That familiar browned-eyed boy whistled when spring came, shouted with thrill when the first snow fell and ran outside of the warm house to build another smiling snow-man! Did you ever wonder at all, what made him so happy? Whether it was: a bird's song at sun-rise or an unusual,humorous game... whatever it was, he had never told his secret to anyone! That familiar brown-eyed boy, came down from the shady hill when the tower's clock stroke six; on his way home,he looked at red sky... amazed by what his eyes had seen, and tell his mom what a great noon it had been!
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