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My Dragon

It flies in the night.

It gracefully takes flight.
Oh, it could only be my dragon.

It flies like a bird.

It's whispers unheard.
Oh, it could only be my dragon.
It's scales shimmer bright.

A most glorious light.
Oh, it could only be my dragon.

As I shield my eyes.
It disapears to my suprise.
Oh, it will never be my dragon.





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