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  "content": "In a land where dreams take flight,  
Where the sun Sats with a golden light,  
There roam the fields, both wild and free,  
A curious sight\u2014purple ostriches, you see.  

With feathers bright as twilight skies,  
They strut and dance, a grand surprise,  
Their long necks swaying, graceful and bold,  
In hues of lavender and amethyst gold.  

They wander through meadows, lush and wide,  
With a playful spirit, they glide and slide,  
Chasing the whispers of the gentle breeze,  
Among the wildflowers, beneath the trees.  

In the moonlit night, they gather near,  
Their laughter echoes, a song to hear,  
With twinkling stars as their shimmering crown,  
These purple ostriches wear joy like a gown.  

So if you find a path less trod,  
Where magic lingers and dreams are awed,  
Look for the birds in their vibrant attire,  
The purple ostriches, who never tire.  ",
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