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When, in the end, we all shall perish,

Become one with our dusty friends,
Why should I restrain my urge to live,

As part of this celebration immense?

And thus, the flame shall falter and stumble,

Till someone arrives and holds the hana,
Of every other wavering mortal,

And guides them through these treacherous lands.

For that is how we shall live in peace,

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high.
Free from the burden of shallow mediocrity,

Buried deep down, the demons shall lie.

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