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Under the sapphire sky, a cherry blossom whispers. Caressed by a whimsical wind, it releases its pastel petals, ethereal. Each one pirouettes downwards, a ballet of fleeting fragility, Kissing the emerald earth, with a silent, sweet surrender.
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