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Beneath the Ponderosa Pine, a witch of wonder and woe,
Her wings unfurled like a tapestry, freedom's emblem aglow.
She danced with gentle octopuses, misted in pink spray,
In depths of imagination, where madness held sway.
As a captain of the cosmos, brave and daring to roam,
Her ship was filled with sweet delights, and blue spirits at home.
But when she wasn't soaring, through the starry expanse,
She rode a giant peacock, beating drums to a mad dance.
Her imagination knew no bounds, in the wilds she'd ride,
On mechanical horses, petals sweet like candy, beside.
And in the tranquil waters, of a lake so serene,
A giant duck was her friend, a world unlike she'd ever seen.
But with all her wonders, her story had a darker side,
A loneliness that clung like a shroud, no mushroom soup could hide.
Her tale was ever-changing, her mind a raging sea,
A mirage that taunted the soul, to where madness might be.
Her friends would smile, adorn hair with golden leaves,
But her spirit remained adrift, on the brink of darkened eves.
A witch of woe, a soul in turmoil, a tale of wild delight,
Where sound and sense, collided in a dance, that might take flight.
