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One daring jump and
you were airborne.

No one saw it coming,
your wings had just grown in.

Now you are a magestic shadow
in the distance of the glimmering clouds.

You are a brilliant storm,
you have taken off and ascended.

Your wings are golden
and you are soaring.

You are heading
straight for the sun.

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