Like fire we rise 'pon the breath of the dawn.
Eager and burning, our futures unclear.
Valiant as the lion, tender as the fawn.
Unpredictable embers with passions so near!
Yet, time is a line we are doomed to traverse.
We find ourselves marching melancholy roads,
flanked by bright crystal and hailed by verse,
still, the end is apparent; see? There it...
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