i see your eyes from clouds
looking down to where i am
circular rays came straight down
etching its picture on the ground
after all smoke cleared i saw you
with golden dagger on your palm
i wanted to get close to you
but i was driven by thunderbolt
i leap towards an open space
i fell to abyss choking my breath
i can only hear your soft whisper
' follow footprints, don't weaver'
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