A NEW BEGINNING

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A NEW BEGINNING

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Sometimes it's "the rosy fingers of dawn"

Sometimes it's "red sky at morning, sailor take warning"

There's no way to tell as the vermillion floods out the night

Even for a seasoned voyager

So batten your hatches me hardies

Raise your sails, fly your Jolly Rodger

Off we go towards the radiant light 

That forecasts meaning to our day 

An uncharted land in unexplored waters

And we, the intrepid crew, ready to man the guns

Or hunt for treasure, we are bound for adventure

On these flame-colored waves 

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