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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 colors blend with air.  

Through fields of lavender, they glide and sway,  
Chasing the clouds that drift away,  
With every step, they leave a trace,  
Of magic woven in their pace.  

Oh, purple ostriches, wild and free,  
You paint the world with your mystery,  
In dreams, we find you, a playful muse,  
A reminder of joy in vibrant hues.  ",
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