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As I ascend the hill, its golden tresses
wave: hypnotic in the flighty puffs
of a wind sprite's silent chuckles.
Glittering lights sprawl:
glow..
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Awaken
Roars the wind to the soul
Awaken and it charges
an icy rush
crystal sharp
cutting in clarity
oh so cold
oh so free
a..
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