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  Five words to be used are:  Stream Queue Cherry Brim Self  Stream of Joy  O' flow of time,  please go slowly,  O' stream of joy,  don't flow over the brim, let me contain my self first,  and be grateful for this bounty. Yes, these rows of cherry blossoms,  that promise ,  such  a harvest of  treasures !  This pure water, these fruits, and  flowers, with every trim,  that queue up, one by one, just for me, each season. Let me say my grace at least,  and acknowledge my fortune, as I partake of this  smorgasbord   of pleasures!

 Stream Queue Cherry Brim Self Once upon a time,  there lived a young girl and  Cherry was her name,  she danced all day and all night without any shame. She had so many admirers,  who hovered around her house all day, and all night admiring her dance, and her shoes, But Cherry was lonely,  cursed to dance alone inside her house,  and dance that she did, to atone for whatever she had done in her cherry red shoes. The shoes her uncle brought her From a far And to thank him, she danced,  She was 8 year old,  and dance that she did  in  her cherry red shoes And then one day, an admirer,  from the queue of suitors  waiting outside her house,  caught her eye,  and he smiled,  tipping the brim of his blue hat  he asked her out. He was in love with her, and said, he wanted to talk with her.  and he kept calling  as he really wanted to walk with her.  But Cherry couldn't go out with him,  as...