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Why? Mother, Whys is the grass green? Why is the sky blue? Why is the world big? Why do people say its small too? Why do people die? Why are babies born young? Why are there taste buds? In my tongue? Why do I weep? When I cut my knee? Why does one and one make two and not three? And why, mummy, Just one more, When father left, Did you cry, Till you c opulent cry anymore?
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