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The Burning Dawn
When the grip of our being obstinate clutches On the edge of a looming spiral. When escorting a change thrust A cluster of barbarous knives against us. We deal with this to accomplish A sense of pride in us, For what we usually ponder about, For what we usually act about, The Burning Dawn admires us.
When the solemn mind captivates one In showing what extremes it achieved, Just a look at ...
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