Fire
So stand, you twelve this is your test.
I implore you now to do your best.
Shine, this is your finest hour,
soon will I awake in flower.
My sweet breath flowing forth in tune
where you will join me all too soon
and we are one in truth and light,
with no war, no excuse to fight,
just love and peace and harmony
the things that be, we want to see.
Now take this chance to raise me higher.
Stand your ground, ready, aim, fire!
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