Let our Summer sky be filled with a task where free light lays claim to the crown of day, set free the talons of those whose talents seize eyes their gaze long stolen dreamt amaze of challenge true our foes coffers their graves whose slumbered rest awaits the trumpets sound upon the day of days, rise I from ground and distant wars of both past and further I will be among their numbers greatest and bear no title nor they, scars of war and be as one beneath our Summer sky.
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