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Oh, I know that summer makes its last, desperate stand,
When the thunder of distant storms roars across the land.

Warrior giants - one or fire and one of fire and one of ice -
Have built their battle-home in the thunderheads.
Where He of Fire does warmth and life entice,
He of Ice hails coldness and death instead.

And though my heart hopes for the warm-warrior's triumph,
The sun's southfall tells me of whom this battle belongs.

Though the sun favors him not,
Summer's warrior fights courageously.

The once distant thunder - now overhead -
And frozen winds now descending
Tell me the fire warrior has fallen
And death is rising to make the land pure.

Purify!

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