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Yes, the finely floating feathers Floating in the sky One of the feathers Even caressed my eye! Ye olde agua, Frozen is dismissed. Oh, my dear Elsa! Let us dance, dance, Forever more.
White sheets lay an adventure through my brainCross minded, open sighted lines puncturing while my existence is indicatedWe are the center of our own worldown universeown fight.