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Fire, Ice and Rage

I was born of fire,

 

of a simple flame.

 

I save many worlds,

 

yet I take no blame.

 

It all dwindles away,

 

into my dark past.

 

What applause I do get,

 

it will never last.

 

I was born of ice,

 

frozen, cold, and blue.

 

I am a burden of frost,

 

a very bitter one, too.

 

A man of lost love.

 

A man of lost friends.

 

My companions die

 

as my life never ends.

 

I was born of rage,

 

war, cruelty, and hate.

 

That never really changes

 

once I regenerate.

 

In this war I face,

 

I'm a truly lost soldier.

 

But, you see, I won.

 

The Time War is over.

 

Once you have seen me

 

I will never be a blur.

 

For my true name is lost,

 

so just call me The Doctor

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May 18, 2013
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