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I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you?
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.