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I can't think
I want to think,
But can’t find the words to say,
Should I show them how I play,
Or will I be left at home for another day,
It’s the middle of may,
I don’t like to play with clay,
Nor do I like to lay,
What a beautiful day,
I have nothing to say,
And have no games to play,
Sometimes I play with clay,
In the middle of may,
While in the grass I lay,
Waiting for the next day,
So I don’t play with clay,
So in the grass is where I lay,
No longer the middle of may,
But now I have friends to play,
I have a thought.
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