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| If you'd like to soar and
fly
'Cross a periwinkle sky, And play Quidditch on a team, All you have to do is dream. Picture it in your mind's
eye:
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Parchment-bearing owls
in flight -
Five at least if you count right. One broom floating towards the wood; Neville's lost it now for good. Be the seeker, look around,
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