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Ring around the Rosy
Little children spinning round
Large smiles across their cheeks
Laughter seeping out
Dancing atop flowers little tears
Pungent smoke comes across
With the children's face puzzled
Smiles re-appear, for they paid it no mind
Their quick feet began to stumble
All bodies began to wither
Still dancing in a circle
Flopping back and forth
Their faces began to burn, along with the rest of their bodies
The sense of a smile still on their tattered lips
Finally, with the flowers burned, as well as the children
With only their bones to remain
"Ashes, ashes, we all fall..."
"down"
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