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Unaware of the surpassing sublimity
Of the opaque and unfathomable abyss
It turned its little heart and mind
To the habitually comforting limbo
Lifelessness was not what it dreaded
It recoiled at being entirely hopeless
Of precipitating the golden winds
Which fell in its enslaving dreams
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