This is the age of bonds and jeers
This is the age of peers
A chase for the strings
A loss of your wings
Do you ride the wave, do you allow the flow
Do you wear their shoes, do you save your no
Because this is the age that you will shed
Your truth and bones will join the dead
Come, taste our whine
Where a duet sings in every trine
Where groups rise within a family
Where crowds are always empty
Come now and shed your wing
Wear the hat and grab our string
Fit in. Dive in.
Edit your life, edit your skin
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