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A clean sheet of paper floating in the wind
Brought down and tossed back up
The wings of the fairies dance around the purity
Light shines in rays of brightness through the trees
The open field is a playground
A dancing parade for the emptiness
Not knowing where to go, trapped in the beauty
The moment of nothing
No worries, no pressing matters
Lost in the light of the day
Nothing good, nothing bad
Just peace
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