Wounds by Ramón Piñero
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Let's fly above meadows into starry night splash along ponds on spongy water pads drink dewy droplets that linger on lilies tickle tiny tadpoles that giggle as they glide frolic among fairies within a sparkly sky spin in dizzy circles across majestic moon dance away evening with delirious delight until we soar with stardust beyond milky way.
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