White Wind is in the open.
Lucky juncture from above-
I daresay, found the falcon.
Persuaded on the reach-
Fierce and candid tone.
The set is on concrete, remember the pipes.
Spring Feathers in the words.
Lantern precious on the keys-
I daresay, in the plot.
Peach on the table-
February and citrus taste.
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