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I want to paint the delicious dark chocolate dripping down my throat like water dripping from a leaf.

I want to paint the smell of sweet, strong smell of pollen taking me back a garden house.

I want to paint the sparkling, shining star as I jump on each one.

I want the paint the buzzing crowd jumping up and down, roaring like a lion.

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