We Must Go
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The Leaves are Falling We must Run
Foreword
The Leaves fall to the ground,
I begin to hear a sound,
Bea we must fly,
or else we might die,
The thunder starts to pound.
Bong Cha Im scared what should we do,
Bea its ok the thunder will shoo,
But we must get ou fast,
so our lives will last,
The weather will change soon too.
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