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Oh, dear Whyville,
Our once site,
But always our favorite.
This is the place where memories are born,
Where old friendships are mended,
and some of them torn.
But we'll always remember, for always what we once were,
Bouncy little newbies, a naive little bunch.
Who you took care of,
And soon you then raised
Into strong citizens,
for which you deserve praise.
In eight to nine fun months,
We are what you see today,
All different and special in all different ways.
We are spreading our wings,
ready to fly,
Farewell for now, but never goodbye.
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