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Okay, here comes the extended hint:
Once my favourites were circles, now i am closer to squares, waiting for the one who shares, to fulfil my last quest. Ready the one must be, to move silently or have bedazzling friends, for sometimes I forget it's me. An instrument is what I want, though I am no bard and I can't chant. The one will be dawn, when dark red becomes fawn. | ||
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