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Coins descend like silver rain,
From clouds of code across the plain.
No hands to hold them, yet they land,
A gift from some unseen hand.
Digital breezes brush the mind,
Opportunities left behind.
A spark of fortune, light and free,
A token of what’s yet to be.
They float through wallets, soft, unknown,
A universe in each microzone.
Airdrops fall, both near and far,
Dreams delivered where we are.
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