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So often are you as a blazing torch, with flakes of burning rags falling about you. Flaming, you know not if flames freedom bring or death. Consuming all that you most cherish, if ashes only will be left, and want, chaos and tempest shall it engulf. Or will the ashes hold the glory of a starlike diamond – the Morning Star of everlasting triumph?

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