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A long time ago
a fatal bird named
Chromaggia
met the arrow of an archer
while flying.
Along the lava coasts
for years, thinking it was being
chased
it escaped the arrow

Chromaggia chromaggia
why don't you face danger?
the arrow was attached to its wing
and it flew trying to shake it off

Pulling the arrow
others get wounded because of me
because of me

down! towards the devil's mouth!
its arrow, my eyes

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