Blue Swan

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See how it circles so graceful
For its beauty I am grateful
Incapable of betrayal
Its anger can still be fatal

I watch it in my indolence
Through an absolute innocence
Never inclined to impudence
It stares from its omnipotence

Its eye sparks just like a black jewel
Surely it couldn't become cruel
My feet in the water are cool
I stare with the smile of a fool

Blue feathers stay put through the bise
As if attesting how it's wise
Braving the wind the blue swan flies
Stays elegant until it dies

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