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When no one on earth wonders anymore, I'll contact the aliens. (Maybe the flame of imagination still burns somewhere far, far away.) I'll blow one goodbye-kiss to my host planet and then I'll go.  
In a blink of an eye, the world can change Stillness of smiles in the paintings, the dimples of their cheeks flash Lyrics of music providing the ride into imagination, asking you to sing with them, and to dance
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