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Acrylic lens lectured  with Sea’s skin, Sky’s eyes, and Earth’s tongue  In Clouds’ classrooms of purple sequins 
I walk with the confidence of kings With the swagger of a solo artist With the ease of an egret And all the nuances in between   When you see me walk by You can ask me Or judge me
Finally the time has come to run Spring time is always filled with so much fun   Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.  
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