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The umbrella sings to the moon, claiming it knows the secrets of monsoons. The moon replies with a lavender tune~ and the night twirled in surreal whimsy. A teacup floats past on gentle breeze, reciting poems to bewildered trees. The trees applaud with rustling ease~ and the night twirled in surreal whimsy. A clock forgets the meaning of its hands, wandering off to join the dreaming sands. Time giggles, losing all its demands~ and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
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