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  "content": "In a land where dreams take flight,  
Where the sun Sats with a golden light,  
There roam the fields, a curious sight,  
Purple ostriches, bold and bright.  

With feathers soft as twilight's hue,  
They dance beneath the sky so blue,  
Their laughter echoes, a joyful tune,  
As they prance beneath the silver moon.  

Majestic creatures, tall and grand,  
With long, slender legs that grace the land,  
They strut with pride, a whimsical flair,  
In a world where magic fills the air.  

Their eyes like gems, a sparkling gleam,  
Reflecting the colors of a vibrant dream,  
They wander through meadows, wild and free,  
In a tapestry woven with fantasy.  

So if you find a purple plume,  
In a garden where the wildflowers bloom,  
Know that the ostriches dance and play,  
In a realm where imagination leads the way.  ",
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