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rescue story: the rescue of Cinderella of Celeste |
I am the moon filled with fiery joy,
Glistening an indigo ember upon heaven's lawn
Where your injured wings rest;
I blaze the woeful clouds into ash;
Their gray colors, fading then gone...
You lie on the glassy ground and wait for my rescue.
Crimson lights, aglow, around you,
Burning like candles' flames,
Glimmering like stars;
My bare feet stroll upon the cold ground.
With my gentle breeze, I let out...
The lights, extinguished... you open your eyes.
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