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One struck a pen strike construct
Don't amount too much
Three times i bent my vertical intent
To destruct, no such thing as luck
From a mind's eye an eagle fly
Lower than the depths of the valley
Six times it's swan song seemed wrong
as it lifted towards a mountainous high
soaring seven steep steps towards eternity
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