"Here I stand, proud and taut.
Put forth my hand, show my palm.
Sheltering a bouncing glow,
Flipping through the gentle breeze, remaining crouching on a glade.
Momma told me not to cry,
Resting on the sill at dawn,
Waiting for its return and
The warming glint it radiates"
Primary 1 & Riton - Radiates
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