Tempted with thoughts, the fight is strong.
Souls that slow, we hit from the bong.
Ashes to ashes, our hearts grow weary.
Our home, the lake, its' named is Erie.
Flow with waves, the water hits the shore.
A lone wolf, in which, doesn't pick up her phone.
For love, we know, we then spread the word.
The symbol, an eagle, the Red Kingú bird.
The Lion in her, she purs at gold.
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