White, fair, breast of peach,
Coattails long and polished. Each step of the dance you are performing brings the beauty of a morning's sunrise, with clouds of peach. Wings spread, angel flying. Your frame, like a phoenix never dying, sails through sky like flags unfurled or arrows from their bows. The world is better through your flying.
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