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| Mare Serenitatis |
Resting wingless fiery dragon,
wingless and sad.
He waits and listens.
He whispers times of yore.
The fire sits by the trees,
waiting.
The distance of yore.
He flies dreams of far aways
and treasures and monsters.
He is the guardian.
Fiery breath and eyes,
a knight in waiting...
wingless fiery
dragon.
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