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In red, she soars on unseen winds,

Her form against the black expanse.

Blind to the world, her senses keen,

She finds delight in this suspended trance.

The strings that bind her hold her free,

A dance of joy, a song of glee.

Above the ground, she floats and spins,

In ecstasy, her spirit wins.

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