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In crimson threads, she dances high,

A fleeting moment 'neath the sky.

With mountains deep and clouds so wide,

She soars above with grace and pride.

The setting sun, a golden hue,

Illuminates her path anew.

In every twist, a story told,

A tale of strength and beauty bold.

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