To inherit the raw, to forsee, to fall.
The Fallen Igigi from Te to Tak.
To lack there of, up above on Cloud 9.
This the beginning of this distant rhyme.
Havin to bottom up, with luck, I'm at peace.
Her Sol at Reese's Pieces, to start a new.
With a few good men, to inherit their root.
Rooted in the Black Jack, this the North Star.
From afar, at the bar, at Barbados, the ratio.
This is the #1 hit, it's on the radio.
The courage that surged, through her blood, it's love.
It feels like her Sol is a soft as a dove.
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