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Snowfall. Dawn.
Today’s a new day; I woke up under a tree.
I did not see it before, was used to being in cages
For the one in my company, I have nothing to bring,
I’ve seen spires circle ever higher,
Pierce the sweet air,
And pin drifting clouds amid amaranth and azure skies.
