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Dragons Fly by Mark Rand
Dragons of the land gather,
cross the sky of blue on blue,
ten fold their eggs, they breed,
never to know the world.
Cast off thi veil of peace,
cast off thi world of sleep,
cast off thi hate of kin,
never to be retreived until thi day is done.
passed on to the world of war,
to where the sword and sheild clash,
never to return until the very end.
and into myth and legend shall their kind be sung,
for never one amoung them all,
gave until the very end.
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