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August sixth, the bay fog curls like ancient breath
Studio Zee throbs beneath the red bridge's deathless wreath
Eighty-four seasons etched in the sculptor's gaze
He hoists the emerald offspring where the salt winds blaze
Animators from vanished eras converge as spectral kin
Palms etched with silicone scars, devotion deep within
Smash Mouth storms the threshold, strings unbound and fierce
All-star chorus of molded spirits, piercing the piece
Stretch me fifty paths through the harbor's veil
Half a hundred years leaping, igniting every trail
Cake ascends vast as the pyramid of steel and sky
We chant"verdant wanderer" till the sunrise draws nigh
Youthful timbre rises, thirteen cycles fresh and bright"Dispatch to the void" slicing the venue's electric night
From silver screen echoes to this resilient eve
She unleashes the heavens, weaving stars we believe
Cube-headed companions shake denial in rhythm slow
Cinnamon mount stamps cadence where wild rivers flow
Kinfolk croon to the patriarch in his throne of light
Instants shimmer timeless on visages alight
Olé for the supple core that defies the snap
Olé for the halt-and-surge trap
From '55's primal quiver to this mist-wrapped host
We transmute the wound into boundless coast
Fifty, fifty, instants in the shroud