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Dignity, stoicism while fires burn behind

Don’t be afraid they said, they say

Our heroes internal struggles

Away and here, over there I swear

Each supposition, like a latent ambition

Waiting for some silence, some refuge from noise

While loving on a level beyond most know

If you show

When it snows, like still water only slower

As we want winter over

Again, don’t lose your composure

Your heart injured yet so sore

Aching, awaking