The smoking white clouds
Slowly floating to the sky
It had tasted the goods
Time to sleep and dream
The magic gone for a while
Maybe the owner will invite
Next year to taste the food
Never mind of the smoke
The street was quiet
Occasionally heard the fireworks
Displaying colors in the sky
As the smoking white clouds waved goodbye
The guests and owners of the house
They sang the good songs
The merriment and the good cheers
The cuddly rabbit sits on the throne
The smoking white clouds
They sang the good songs
Slowly floating to the sky
The merriment and the good cheers
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