A saber gleams, yet wields no hate,
A Jedi walks the path of fate.
Not in anger, nor in fear,
But in balance, true and clear.

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The shadows call, the fire burns,
Yet wisdom speaks, the soul discerns.
For strength is not in war alone,
But in the peace we make our own.

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The river bends but does not break,
It carves its path, the course it takes.
To yield is not to fall behind,
But to adapt with open mind.

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So Jedi walk between the stars,
With measured step, with quiet scars.
The path of light is never straight,
Yet patient hands reshape their fate.