I fought the flames with all of my fury,
And remained uncharred after the fight.
But with nothing more to fight for,
I doubt if I shall ever see the flames again.
With victory am I overcome with weakness?
Having won, do I have nothing to win?
What is worthy of my bruises,
What deserves its name in my blood?
What more is there to want
Than the glory of having won?
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