I have dallied in the relaxed sunset
For the preoccupation of evil and good,
Gaining powers that guard against triumphant
Medalists, who forsook all their oaths.
War has a pastime in these woods of ancient wisdom,
My warriors of stone are obliged to reignite
Their strength and strongly venture to
Unknown planets and different tales.
I must be the orchestra and you the fire
Of music, that lives alongside the cold
Ice that brings with it art, and the solution
Is to melt beneath it.
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