whispers
Privacy: public
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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