We want what keeps us fighting,
A desire fed by the constant reigniting,
Of a source so potent, the fumes seem so inviting.
To a heart of solemn and solitude, a fortune of fallen dues,
Reimbursed by the valiant moods,
Of those who sit at an avalanche of altitudes,
Awaiting the arrival of a new means of fuel,
To keep the flame of passion burning strong.
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