Sure as the mistral blows beneath the rising sun.
A new dawn broods with each new moon,
Oh child of the evergreen you'll shine amidst the gloom.
Flying over falling, pulled magnetically northwards,
nothing's going to bring me Down.
Flying over falling, pulled hypnotically northwards,
nothing's going to bring me Round this time.
Well you found a breeze that's lifting you higher,
You've found a love that's stoking a fire in you.
And no one can ever steal your throne,
Your final foe, your feet
they must let go."
- Roo Panes
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