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It feels heavy in my hands,
but light as a feather on my head. It looks so pretty and bright, it nearly blinds me when I look at it. It smells like my hair shampoo because it stayed on my head too long. I think it tastes metallic, but this is only a guess. I do not wish to eat my crown. Lastly, it sounds like a clank where it hits the ground.
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