There was a time;
when the Drum rose high,
and all the people lifted their hands to the sky.
When children ran free,
and the seas were clean.
All the people just knew what to do.
Ancient in time;
long ago from this rhyme,
the songs of freedom rang true.
A dance, a song,
a mushroom and gong.
The one single beat we all move too.
Disrupted one night;
by the dark magicians of plight;
our sight was stolen from us.
Now we must rise;
rekindle and unite;
against the few that confuse us.
Reclaim reality;
ours that be,
and loose the sense of novelty!
Secret levels run deeper,
than the sane man can empower;
lose your reason and take flight this season.
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