In this darkness
How can we inspire
If we can't find our fire
People wait for tolls
Like a bunch of trolls
When our goal
Is at the top floor
we lit our fire before crossing the road
In the road's end is the troll
Asking for your toll
Lite your fire before crossing the road
So you won't have to pay your heavy load
Back to the troll
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