Old hat you're caught in the wind

Your ribbon is a darkest hue

Of threadbare blue and green

With glitter-gold and memories

That guide you down the stream

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From frost to fire with crested wing

A coat of arms to the mother moon

You came to be the legend of this tale

While your gentle spirit marches on

Old hat I shall not mourn for thee

When you cross the Red Sea in tranquillity

Or find your nest in the highest tree;

Water will dance the ballad of peace

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From earth to clay with tempered hands

A vase of passion to the father sun

You came to be the legend of this tale

For in the stars above you always saw

The path of return before me.