He runs like thunder remembering the lullaby of wind, Leaps like a promise made before dawn, Mask shadowing the map of his ordinary heart. In his eyes, the city’s glass becomes a cathedral Where hope swings from every streetlamp.

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He runs like thunder remembering the lullaby of wind, Leaps like a promise made before dawn, Mask shadowing the map of his ordinary heart. In his eyes, the city’s glass becomes a cathedral Where hope swings from every streetlamp.

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