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Tiger cubs so playful
Playing in the high grass
Watched over by their parents
Nothing their eyes will pass
Soon enough reality
Will come to these wee ones
And they will need to know how to
escape from evil ones
They will be taught just how to live
As tigers, big and proud
So big but gracious cats they'll be
Hunters, dancing like on clouds
But right now they are sorrowlessly
Playing around in the grass
Watched over by their parents
by whom nothing will pass.
Copyright Marianne aka Songviolin, exclusively for Dereth 2001
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