The wind is a trigger
For the rainbow liquid waiting fast
A small wave emits
The trees are singing to set it free
Call to the sphere
For the wand held up high
Goodbye
For the rainbow liquid waiting fast
A small wave emits
The trees are singing to set it free
Call to the sphere
For the wand held up high
Goodbye
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