When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawn
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I hover with freedom
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Over open surfaces of lakes
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With coming of early evening when sun lies down into mountain clefts,
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In moonshine I am coming back in the form of hawk,
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Rushing headlong where forests border the horizon.
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Dark hostile lands, where wild animals rule, are my home.
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Where roaring waterfalls rush down rocky cliffs,
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Wild unbridled water ruins banks,
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Furrows its way through slopes and aims down, south.
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Where storms do not end
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At time of winter kingdom's frost,
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Where bunches of mist are gathering
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And fade away again
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When pure pale morning illuminates white plaines with hoarfrost,
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Where time stays unmoving
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To be formed by moments of changes.
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There I live in inseparable bonds of appurtenance.
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Wandering Phantom
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