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First Season


What can a fish do without his fins Will he still be able to swim towards ocean's end What can a tiger do without his claws Will he still be able to catch his prey right under his paws What can a warrior do without his spear Will he still defeat his enemies that draw near So let us reach higher as we ascend Let us push forward to world's end There will be nothing to stop us from passing the line For we are transcenders, true and divine Do not drop your pencil, your work is far from done Because this season called life has just begun
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