Her fabulous invention, What strange imagination shown. Her gloroius intentions, a sea of doubt beneath her own. It said "You're not the first to dream this, little girl. You know it's never happened once in this world. It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater then my own." She never did what they told her to, and they'll never see her dream come true. The edge of revelation, believing all the stories told. A final moment taken before this story's end unfolds. Now she flies over clouds in twilight skies. Nothing to bind her, no one will find her this high. Far above the rainy weather, All plans have come together, and for the first time she feels just fine.
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