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The proud who boasts of cloudless skies,
Whose hope is built on the wings of a butterfly,
Colourful as it may seem,
Beautiful in glory as it may be,
The glory shall soon fade away.

You who glory in the temporal rise in tide
Of the victory worth the while,
Soon forgetting it's only a tide,
There's no pillar to its height,
The rise shall soon fall...

You whose sight is like a bat by day,
Whose strength is built upon a farmer's hay.
You whose light source is of fireflies
Glittering as the sparkles may seem,
The pit ahead is sure,
Take heed; lest you fall
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— Cotek
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