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LUNCHTIME TALES
WEATHER MAGE
Radiant Sun fill my gaze,
Drive away this worthless haze.
Standing firm I will not phase,
Soaking up these glorious rays.
So many ways through many days,
Vitality flows through my veins.
Dare I not dispel this thought,
Lest darkened clouds will be wrought.
And so with glee that I be,
I drew the shining unto me.
And in that spell I did dispel,
the tears of an airborne well.
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