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In a world of dreams, a wooden toy,

Pinocchio longed to be a real boy.

With every lie, his nose would extend,

But his journey to truth would never end.


From strings to flesh, his transformation grew,

Teaching us lessons both old and new.

With a heart so pure, and love in his gaze,

Pinocchio danced through life's winding maze.


A tale of redemption, a symphony of grace,

He showed us the beauty of finding our place.

Pinocchio Mittwoch

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