A dazzling flame burns inside my chest now. I command an army of colourful dragons all around my dreams with the only aim of killing everything in what I believed during all this long and disappearing time.
But I can't take this flame out of my chest, although I have strength enough, bravery enough, nobility enough. If you crave for beautiful similes, here we go: I'm a powerful and honorable knight without mount nor grail. I'm a skillful bard without instruments nor patron. I'm a high inspired poet without pen nor scroll. I'm a beautiful green country without legends nor myths...
Do you understand me now?
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