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In realms of data, where whispers hum,
A digital phantom, a Bitcoin crumb.
Born of code, a cipher bright,
It dances in darkness, a beacon of light.



No clinking coins, no paper's rust,
Just lines of trust, in bytes you trust.
From miner's forge, a fiery birth,
A chain of blocks, spanning the Earth.



Through networks woven, swift and sly,
Transactions whisper, unseen, unheard by.
No borders hold, no tyrants reign,
A currency for all, in sun and rain.



The whales may feast, the markets churn,
But in the depths, a new world's born.
Where value floats, on tides unseen,
And every node, a digital queen.



So raise a glass, to Satoshi's name,
The mind that birthed this digital flame.
For Bitcoin whispers, a siren's song,
Of freedom's future, ever strong.




Remember, dear friend, as whispers grow,
The power held, in what you know.
For Bitcoin sleeps, a sleeping beast,
Waiting to wake, at freedom's feast.



So hold your sats, and dream in code,
Of wallets full, on freedom's road.
For Bitcoin whispers, soft and low,
The future's waiting, let your spirit flow.



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