Symphony of the stars
In the land of nobles and fiends,
I aspire to be a coruscating star,
With gravity being my only solace,
performing an eternal sacrifice for all!
Setting an example of ceaseless burning,
Whilst the travellers keep on wandering,
With fiery eyes full of dreams that gaze upon,
To make the magic happen from dusk till dawn!
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