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My story begins in a fire, not the fire that burns and chars,
but a cold fire of depression, hotter than the sun beneath the equator
I lingered in limbo, devastated by the events about me
and then she appeared!
her face shone like the midmorning sun upon fields of gold,
her soul beyond the grasp of the fiery flames
should I tell you about her touch? Ah!
she will be my deliverer; my goddess of fortune and bliss,
the mirror of all my thoughts and the keeper of all my hopes
her name... PERPETUAL!
but this is not the real story, as a matter of fact this is not the story at all...