Culturally left behind from a shadow of a smile
We awake from slumber for another relation to burn
For our history he is our story
For him we salute today (everyday)
A glimmer of smoke, blessed are those who dare to molt
We gather momentum and hope
All riddles and jokes
Stand and wave on the shore
A yawl and maroon to wash out all the stars
Navigate
Stalemate
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