The Dragon

The dragon roamed the ancient sky,

flying quick, flying high.

It saw the land from far above,

with no other dragon to know and love.

The dragon was always sad and depressed,

it constantly had to roam.

Moving around here and there,

fore it had no place to call home.

No other dragons it came across,

as it traveled throughout the land.

The dragon knew it had no one else,

and would never be hand in hand.

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