Transcription: I'm a storm torrent across a slate gray sea. I rush in bellowed reflections of fast, fast, dark sky over an Edinburgh's meadows wet. I bolt white high through snowfall cold. I am lightning in the night. I sprint like fire across a match head and leap across lakes of dream stuff. Over ancient walls, past armies vast as fast is. Faster than quicksilver can fall into the sun. I bounce My all, my everything dream.
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