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Hello again, my favorite gnome;
it's nice to see you made it home.
While you were gone, I traced our roots,
and now know why we're in cahoots.
I think this stuff you'd like to hear,
so snuggle close and lend an ear.
Our roots are wrapped in mystery
while delving deep through history.
From special seeds we've grown since birth,
to link our legacy on earth.
Roots also sip from wishing wells
where musing souls cast magic spells.

~ Our ancient roots entwine through time ~

To build a bridge where children climb
so they can play and sing in rhyme.
This bridge that spans to lands unknown
is also meant for children grown.
From there, they'll hear some stories told
and watch as fantasies unfold.
Beyond this bridge are countless trails
that show the way to fairy tales.
Our lives are stories in the end
that greet each other 'round the bend.
Though roots are part of printed page,
imagination sets the stage.

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