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In the land of flashing fortune,

Move, or life will be out of tune.

Be it the searing flames of days

Or the freezing hails that breeze plays.

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Gaze deeply, night will come shortly

With views that sparkles dazzlingly

Ah, do not be too reassured,

As beauty comes with a pressure.

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Observe as she dance in transit,

Chilling euphony, these ears meet.

Hey, do not be too reassured,

Move, your life is now in pressure.

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Tranced in ethereal ballet,

You're now her prey as she danced away.

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