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Founder's Canon
January 19, 2026
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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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