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| out past the lost lake in a meadow made of summer young creatures learn to be free while the day paints the sky bright blue and clouds are there to fly through.... where butterflies become fragile fairyes balancing on thistles all dressed in yellow where new trees ride seed pods like magic horses on a summer breeze and if you sigh your breath becomes a bird song in the air fading gently away I believe.... there are times when it would be nice to dance in a magic meadow trying out new wings beyond that horizon to spend on bright summer eating wild raspberries and learning how to fly
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gnomie welcomes you to her forest
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