-Elijah Donnalson, Class of 2024
On the green grass, I lay my head, Golden sun, warming up my bed. Sweet harmony of birds, up high they fly, In the vast, blue, endless sky I can hear that spring has arrived
On the green grass, I lay my head, Golden sun, warming up my bed. Sweet harmony of birds, up high they fly, In the vast, blue, endless sky I can hear that spring has arrived
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