In the gleaming realm where data flows,
A digital steed starts to transpose.
Not bound by flesh nor bone, it grows.
Its mane is a golden, radiant light;
In the gleaming realm where data flows.
Cuts through the ether, bright.
Its heart beats with binary delight,
Not bound by flesh nor bone, it grows.
A rhythm pure, out of sight.
Unyielding, it gallops through the bytes,
In the gleaming realm where data flows.
A symbol of strength in the digital night.
In the blockchain, it roars its might.
Not bound by flesh nor bone, it grows.
Through fields of code, it takes flight,
A horse of the future, radiating light,
In the gleaming realm where data flows,
Wild and free in its digital right.
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