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Founder's Canon
January 19, 2026
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t was a cold December night

And I was upstairs in my room With her And I loved her so More than you can know My mother was downstairs cooking And the door was wide open And I was With her Bold we were, with the watchman so near And at that moment, I decided I would spend The rest of my life With her As a gift, I laid before her And lost my precious innocence With her I gave her what I was saving Because I was so sure I’d always be With her But looking back, I should’ve kept it For now I sit here, alone Without her

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