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Long ago, sparkly wings of angels lit up in the city of heaven. They
would fly around while the rainbow was still there. After a sudden storm of
wickedness appeared, the city of heaven is now under black and white skies.
There's no vanilla and butterfly scents as well as crystal clear rivers in the
middle of the city. For now, wise guardian angels said, "the city of heaven
must go on".