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Pretty day and rising sun
exists today;
bright darkness, colorless rainbow
starts existing, too.

In a weary march,
in a thrilled boredom,
Little Fussbudget thought,

Mornings like this smell like
the magical us.

Walking along the parade
of the endless masquerade,
she waited for him to watch
by the side of the road,
the empty side of the road.

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