A wind's smack thrilled a fear and showed me a way
To this midnight's trail and what a beast
Scooted and blurred,
Rode down north to this waltzing bird
My treasure is in my fears and ears.
"Lay up my trials, stay a waste, tear into pieces."
See me fierce, I'm far from peace.
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