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Behold, a name quite fanciful and fair, Born from the musings of a lover's care. Out from the womb and into life's great stage, At last to breathe and live, yet, alas, a sage. For stubbed was I, and so I took to flight, Through skies above, ere taught to tread the earth's might. And thus, strange deeds did come to be my plight. But lo, the art that flows within my veins, E'er since the day of my natal pains. Till life's last breath, a constant stream shall be, Flowing and shaping all that I shall see.