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Dromana
Abundant gardens
Arthur is sitting to observe attentively
Its houses are candles in a big village
Which the sea scribbled, beautified
And hung a heavy relic on its chest
Dromana couldn't carry
It divided it
And shared with the neighbourhood
The waves, which left their atelier
And hid a little wave
The atelier has forgotten to complete
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Dromana
The on going magic
Which Victoria stood to meet
It spun a green fabric
In its spinning wheel
To warm him
He saw it blurred
He tumbled by it
And it fell in him
It became a flower
And he became a butterfly
Their secret I'll never reveal
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