Placeholder: and you live in a world where all is done in Alexandrine or Haiku. This is the world of poetry and it is starting now: Awake, you find yourself in a village so small, Enveloped by the forest, nature's grand sprawl. Peasants surround you, their lives much like your own, But your heart yearns for adventure, seeds of wanderlust sown. and you live in a world where all is done in Alexandrine or Haiku. This is the world of poetry and it is starting now: Awake, you find yourself in a village so small, Enveloped by the forest, nature's grand sprawl. Peasants surround you, their lives much like your own, But your heart yearns for adventure, seeds of wanderlust sown.

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and you live in a world where all is done in Alexandrine or Haiku. This is the world of poetry and it is starting now: Awake, you find yourself in a village so small, Enveloped by the forest, nature's grand sprawl. Peasants surround you, their lives much like your own, But your heart yearns for adventure, seeds of wanderlust sown.

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