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The snow was covered with dead grass and trees from the winter

Like a big white goose

Squat on the ground

To bake an egg

A vibrant planet

It doesn't eat any grain

Don't drink a drop of water

In the sun with a body of heat flow

to hatch a spring

When a broken seed is heard

I will never see a goose feather again

Maybe it flew away

A flying goose......

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