from the dragon let us run

I fly and feel the wind beneath my wings; it lifts me higher over the mountain tops

I see all the people under me, running like little black dots

Alas, they call, alas she’s come

From the dragon, let us run, let us run

I’m cool with them, I pay them no heed, but to harm me is their way, because of their greed

Ten thousand gold pieces for her heart, they cry

But I fly on, wondering why?  And sigh…

 

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