In dept to myself, may my wings spread.
Healing lost relations, as I break bread.
To the one who dictates, may He shine in all ways.
Together, we grind, and then begin to crave.
For the love, in which, we being to see.
Just as Saturn dictates the Atlantean Seas.
As the Moon reflects, we think in our head, "Oh, wow!"
Hope to God that my dad is proud.
May we seek and redefine love.
As soon as we see, from up above.
Coming to crash, as a wave that hits the sand.
May the Ancients come together, in Atlantis, that Old Ancient
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