As I looked through the breeze of Harmony,
With it's mists galloping like a Stallion full of might,
I think of the goddess of all creatures, of all knowlegde,
I think of Fuu, in my dreams, my chores, and of all,
In my prayers.

So whenever I feel a breeze whisp around my body,
I think of my idol whom I could never be,
Even though I shall try my best,
I think of my idol,
Fuu.

Sarah
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