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A handful of delightful pixie dust, the sudden pink in a friends flushed cheeks, music reverberating in a lover's soul, minstrel of tales bound not to grow old, passion in a thespian's rage, spirit behind an empire's golden age.
Love and beauty never lost, treasure of such priceless cost.
Fashioned so out of a hopeless slumber, shall be born the sweetest dreamer...
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