| Above the Wind |
| Orange mass creeping above thickened thistles, Before which passing through branch a wind whistles, Upon from what red streaks catch to soar, Over green hues seen from afore. Endless nothing beyond back. |
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| Above the Wind |
| Orange mass creeping above thickened thistles, Before which passing through branch a wind whistles, Upon from what red streaks catch to soar, Over green hues seen from afore. Endless nothing beyond back. |
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