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... fore it is too late,

Let me embrace the child,

And save the trembling elderly.

Always focused,

Let me hear even the faintest cry,

And extinguish the fire swiftly and efficiently.

Let me fulfill my mission,

Allow me to give my best,

To protect the lives and property of my neighbors.

...

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