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What we dream about in our dreams
The sun is among our grain fields
The black and white robot of our time
Magic ribbons of our wooden hearts
Backpack on our shoulders, we go to the groin
Time flies not noticeably for our existence
We are responsible for our planet, think about it
A rare camera and film is our first
Trees on earth are our life
Chamomile petals for our Natasha
What our future looks like in painting
How beautiful is our planet
