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Whenever summer dreams arise,

Miami's beaches fill my eyes.

Childhood visions, fine-sand shores,

Local flavors, endless stores.

From TV shows, the magic grew,

Every Witch Way, the city knew.

First arrival, waves' sweet call,

Surfboard ready, I stand tall.

Feet in sand, a sand angel made,

Laughter echoes, worries fade.

Tour the city, sights to see,

"Goodbye Miami, wait for me."

Before I leave, a taste so grand,

Cubano at La Carreta's stand.

The Sunshine City, bright and free,

A place of joy and memory.

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