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Arch of skies the; the youngest one flys, their egg remains among watching eyes
Break of nights; the dark one fights, tear their egg from the claws of the flightless
Their heart is cold and their soul is sold; be weary, be careful, the eyes of The Great decide their fate
Under the sea; a mind is key, find their egg, the brightest you'd see
A mix of two a child is new; one of land the other of sand; they lay amongst the line of sky and land
In days of ray; he glows blue gray, it remains neglected, buried by the bay
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