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Copter 17's Whirlwind Journey
In the sky where the wild winds sigh, A metal bird cuts through azure high, Spinning tales of thrill and flight, With every turn, a dance of light. Through clouds that rumble, stormy and bold, Hearts race faster, stories unfold, Yet amidst the tempest and swirling gleam, Is the laughter of dreams, a daring beam.
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