The air hit me,
With a Spear,
Is anyone there?
But no ones there,
I'm getting a little,
Scared of that air,
And I stare until,
I dare to get a,
Spare of that,
Terror but to,
Late I'm inlove,
With that Spirit,
Bear.
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