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Stretched like a mountain

Galloping wild like a horse

Beware of the shadows

They lurk in the dark

The promise beheld in their fates

Who shall win the race

Calmer than the quiet

And enchanted like the magic

The one who wears the mark 

Their touch will bring the sparks 

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