Klinkflock strolls up to the crowd, and says something he stole from one of his future visits. Can't we all just get along? He pulls out his Woxabur Exaim he carries that he bought in the land of A.D. 2753, and points it at the sky. He squeezes the handle and a burst of fireworks light up the sky. He smiles and walks toward the hill.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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