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Whisking through the clouds, darting through the skies
A gold-and-white-scaled dragon, roaring as he flies
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This time, I shall certanly win,
No greater task for my sin, -
People don't last that long out here
Roses wither and knights lose battles -
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Horse taking flight,
Quickly then dove in to fight,
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