Founder's Canon
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We were together just a season
Still, effects have lasted years
And we never find a reason
When our Fates decide to veer
From where we thought we just might go
We find we’ve ended up right here
And though we stooped to quite a low
We never had the slightest fear
For nothing’s ever really over
Happy is never the end
Good and Bad times fight each other;
Neither one shall ever win
We will receive from life that which
We choose to purposefully send
‘Cause sometimes wounds might need a stitch
If there be hope that they will mend
And when complete, it will begin
And then we’ll start it all anew
And like a circle or a spin
We’ll find our path is nothing new
For we traversed this way before
And swore we never more would do
‘Cause nothing’s worse than when it pours
But ask the grass how much it grew
Without the moisture of the rain
How can we ever hope to grow?
Sometimes it takes a bit of pain
Before you truly know you know
So if you ever reach a place
You’re set, expecting where you’ll go
Then be prepared to have to face
The swiftest shifting of the Flow

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