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In the afternoon, the summer wind
Strokes your face as you sleep in the shade of a tree
If you listen carefully, you can hear
Heartbeats and the voices of crickets
Sunshine softly filters through the young, green leaves
Why are you crying?
I want to be natural
The one wishing for this is an unnatural creature
But it is unable to realize this
Wake up now.
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