Beside the key chain on the cupboard,
a yellow sticker lied.
Light as it was,
lullaby-like voice flowed gently in mind.
'O' my sweetheart, don't forget to take your purse and keys when going out.
O' my sweetheart, come back when the night's not put on its gown.'
'Nah', the reader sighed slightly, 'I'm no longer a child.'
She reached for a red piece, on it lovely balloons flew freely and fine.
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