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Unassembled snowmen fall in flakes from sky.
They first originate in the maker's eye.
Unassembled gardens grow in farmer's toil.
They start to germinate in the maker's soil.
Unassembled music tends to play along.
They start to modulate in the maker's song.
Unassembled houses sprout in forest trees.
They start to undertake in the maker's keys.
Unassembled castles lie in grains of sand.
They start to generate in the maker's hand.
Unassembled children mature in forged goals.
They start to imitate in the maker's roles.
Unassembled statues hide in blocks of stone.
They start to formulate in the maker's hone.
Unassembled heroes stay in troubled times.
They start to emulate in the maker's climbs.
Unassembled stories brew in fertile minds.
They first inaugurate in the maker's finds.
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