In shadows deep, when fear is strong,
And whispers claim that all is wrong,
We stand, unshaken, hands held tight,
A beacon flickers in the night.
The world may waver, markets fall,
But #Bitcoin# rises, through it all.
A silent oath, a steadfast flame,
Through storm and doubt, it stays the same.
For in the dark, the bold are born,
To hold their ground through every storm.
Through days of gray, we keep our trust,
In code, in chain, in cryptic dust.
So let them speak of fleeting gain,
We hold the keys through joy and pain.
For when the dawn breaks clear and bright,
The holders will have won the fight.
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