The Roof

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Every night when I look

outside,

enjoy the moon and the flower,

I thanks the roof.

Every winter when I cuddle

the warm,

I thanks the roof.

In the stormy rain and

the lonely summer

when I look at the door,

I thanks the roof.

Every night when I’m exhausted

and life feels lasted

I’m fine, thanks the roof.

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