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In a candlelit night she stood unwavering,
Between her flaws and fright she ran through the spreading dim.

The gusts of wind blew off all the light and all that remains are those of her eyes.

Sapphire blue not meeting the sky that faltered,
But she walk through what's unseen to reach the unfaltering.

And so farther she journeyed,
A wanderer born of hardships,
She live and she love until her sky is no more dark.

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