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Once upon a time,

In a dream long ago,

There was a balloon, tied to a string,

And on the wind it flowed.

It passed Emerald Tree,

It skimmed Sapphire Stream,

It tickled Gold Field of Grass.

It bounced off Pearl Cloud,

It passed Jasper Hill,

It skipped by Old Amber Sun.

But when the wind stopped,

Towards the ground it so fell,

One a dirt brown mound it slept that rainy night.

Dawn came and dream left,

The balloon was no more,

But a Ruby Red Garnet Tipped Bloom,

Tied to a string, to my hand, it tugged.