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In a field, Luna stands alone.
With her sun to her back and the trees in the distance,
she looks up to the sun, a hard day ahead of her.
But she is not alone.
With her horn she has magic; with her wings she has flight.
In a world of brush and twigs, she stands tall.
With her sun to her back and the trees in the distance,
she looks up to the sun, a hard day ahead of her.
But she is not alone.
With her horn she has magic; with her wings she has flight.
In a world of brush and twigs, she stands tall.
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