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I am alive

In my grass life How shepherd boy The knife is sharpened, but the dew is still on my chest. I am the first I bow to the sun. How many people walked smoothly on my chest. Yet I am alive, I am alive. *Thanks for reading my poem if you enjoy it then give like and comments.. Good evening everyone..*

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