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Solitude the death of light draws near
Acacia from Alexander a memento of morality
Awoken early, hopeful like a penny
Misty mountains play to us in commonality
Chaotic feelings, strangled the late night air
Never judged by actions so surprising
As we grow, willing always to take a dare
Admire Greenpoint, the past and present rising
Seize the day now drawing short!
We pirates arrive the final port
To all our senses always envision, the beauty virgin!
