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Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe Im getting warm When others call it Day! Draw me a Robin -- on a stem -- So I am hearing him, Ill dream, And when the Orchards stop their tune -- Put my pretense -- away -- Say if its really -- warm at noon -- Whether its Buttercups -- that skim -- Or Butterflies -- that bloom? Then -- skip -- the frost -- upon the lea -- And skip the Russet -- on the tree -- Lets play those -- never come! | 
