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It’s a fire season, wind in the air. From below, we can feel.
It’s a sunny season, soft grass to walk on.
We are no firefighters but fast and slow.
Take your bikes out, go go go.
Move carefully and playful.
It seems to have always been there. Nevertheless, we search. And you fight. Reach out your hand to the other person. So to yourself. We...
Wave as you say goodbye. Don’t go, but stay. Wave my friend. Be welcome and part of us all. She got the power. No worries, she’s gonna be...
They grow from below. Earth makes them strong. Sunlight pulls them gentle. Winds are with them and wind is with us. Raised as brothers...
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