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Without a care we stand fast, before an endless sea |
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Impervious to any storm blowing our way |
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Without fear we glance into spiteful eyes |
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As we walk determined, dressed to the nines |
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Carelessly, we let them sling their pebbles at our feet |
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Continuously we blast and, with integrity, we reemerge poised above it all |
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We will trample over them, lo and behold! |
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With ear crushing sounds and pens like daggers |
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We reemerge poised above it all |
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We will trample over them, lo and behold! |
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And reemerge poised above it all |
