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-flanexr
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Evening in the city, in the graphite-lullaby, each vivid hue collects their boarding pass for the land of dreams. How can I leave when my hopeless dream is the warmth of your loving arms?
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In the tender embrace of twilight, she whispered impossible dreams like an aisling, her words painting a world where their hearts waltzed together for eternity.
{rewriting the original!}