Bounty is endless. But fury taints the horizon. Seek the grey hare. It will guide you to the whispering swan. For the swan swims in the stream toward the sky. And it is clear.
Sever the feather when you touch it. Do not abandon the woods. For they are your home and your bizaare. An Aladdin's cave. At four of the clock the joker will knock. So be ready with your flinty gaze.
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