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Round boats floating still.
Bright white tendrils fan out like spokes.
Spokes on the circular wheel in a mill.
One leaf, the lowest is held down by dew.
A sea of ships without a crew.
Bees buzz merrily over the sea.
Shaded by a tall majestic oak tree.
The sun shines down the light is mellow.
Next to the house whose bricks are yellow.

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