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The ice has boiled over, sludge trudge paddles its way through the muddy day. Willow trees dream in the melt, we open windows to watch the damp sky dry. Child-hearts are lifting, their small boats turning to great sailing ships for the survivors of sadness. Wave we as the world passes by. Fly a flag and be.

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