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I can't see how I am growing.The thing I can seeIs my shadow growingAs far as possibleI wish to grow like a treeSlowly but bigger than anyone.I remember the days,When I was young,My cheeks were pulled by everyoneNow I am barely remembered by anyoneIt is painful to see yourself grow.Guess what,I can't be bent or broken.But I can grow like a river’s flowSo that I can shineShine above the stars.