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Shaft of polished black, so black it became transparent

Flying in a spiral through vapor and air

Feathers dancing pointing direction of Wind

 

So fast it sped;unwavering

Force of such a strong will; desire

Four so much now, four feels hot, four makes the mind burn, four.

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