Walk with me, child.
Let me tell you the tale
of a man who had nothing.
The world gave him gold,
yet still he hungered.
He walked in lush fields,
yet he saw no beauty.
He drank from the waters,
yet his throat remained dry.
Many held out their hands,
yet he recoiled from their touch.
When ash licked his face
and all he saw was ruin,
he had given his greatest gift.
Beware the man who has nothing, child,
and take care
not to become him.
Solo.
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