If only the world was made up of a trillion meadows, we would frolick within them, amidst the mustard seed and purple flowers that sway in the wind. Conjuring up enough laughter to fill every sad orphan's heart, humming the tunes of great legendary artists so that our ears ring with melody, breathing fresh air so that our lungs are purified in the holiest sense, we would do.
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