It hears all manner of things with resolve,
Pressing down the taste of fear with purpose to answer the call.
Blind to what comforts may be found by retreat into the shadows.
Girded with grit that knows what treasure is worth the cost.

It hears all manner of things with resolve,
Pressing down the taste of fear with purpose to answer the call.
Blind to what comforts may be found by retreat into the shadows.
Girded with grit that knows what treasure is worth the cost.
It hears all manner of things with resolve, Pressing down the taste of fear with purpose to answer the call. Blind to what comforts may be found by retreat into the shadows. Girded with grit that knows what treasure is worth the cost.
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