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Myth Mystery Mist Dust hanging over the hills Like a sweet caresse Spring flowers And a touch of a golden red sunset in return A sun going up in the very last moment The moment the sun would have sunken But she flies with wings Returning Running Recognizing she wants to stay Disappear and reappear Only dragons can follow her Only they can make her go her way again But first, they let her Follow her freedom In peace And like lovers, they'll wait for her