The fire nation struck
hot, without provocation
Too mighty to stop.
The young air nomad
Unaware of the danger,
He only sought peace.
The water nation
Against the fire aggression
It put up a fight.
Soon earth nation joined.
All four elements as one,
Air nomad beats fire.
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