Just give me your hand; and I'll get ready to face the
mightiest of challenge; with an irrefutable scent of
victory lingering profusely in my every stride,

Just give me your hand; and I'll escalate higher than
the azure skies; to snatch the festoon of
overwhelmingly glittering stars for the delights of
your impeccable lap,
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