Winds, rise.
May I have this dance?
Join me in this waltz,
courting prosperity,
turning out bad luck.
Let us spin around the floor
Carry me where I need to be
on wings of optimism, and please
let it be where I want to be.
I will tap out gracefully
as you have finer partners
but carry my words
to any who will listen.
Do not forget me.

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