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Swimming anger

In the land of Neverbelieve, I watched a swift, sapphire autumn trees as I stood stationary as a statue.
In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt anger swimming in my veins, as I argued with my bothersome brother.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I discovered a new book like a new adventure.

In the land of the land of Neverbelieve, I felt tears running down my face like waterfalls.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I watched clouds walk about the sky like cars on a road.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw flowers waving in the wind like beautiful balls of hope.

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