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Desert Treasures
As eagle swoops at break of day Tallons cling to wriggling prey Having hunted and found his quest He soon returns to guard his nest Shimmering cliffs that brightly shine From rust colored monolith's high Creating golden treasures Within the sunset sky The smell of autumn's in the air Chill of night falls fast The eagle soars through clouded sky His kingdom won through triumphs past.
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