The future of our love is of fire,
Happiness and war are the result
Of all the endeavour and strife.
Let us travel through the sun and sonnets
Respecting those betrayed and infirm,
Swimming is such a skill,
Swim forever in the night to test
The natural strife after a little lost heart;
Stars burgeon and like rivers of the hope
We plunge into darkness,
Always to meet the full fraternity.
To spring into ingots of steel,
We steal the secrets of our youth,
Money and kisses are justice
Served by the authority,
Trust those with weak hearts,
Trust the providers of wars.
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