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I see a pattern, a lantern
In your wing as you pass
Maroon splattered green
Advanced brain, no gain
You hold the grace and poise
No thanks traffic, loose pants elastic
What style in your senses
Prioritized graces
It's not just your flight I'd try
It's your gift and your sight
Your instinctive light
A bit of soul makes us cry
Perched there, a Tuesday
The highest spot around
The sky is dotted, clouds allotted
Let me not defend along
These lines to mend
The teachings of so many steered wrong
What style in your senses
Prioritized graces
It's not just your flight I'd try
It's your gift and your sight
Your instinctive light
A bit of soul makes us cry
Your vision, a symbol
Majestic and nimble
A living dance for us all
I say we switch but only for a day
You wear the glasses
I'll scan the masses
What style in your senses
Prioritized graces
It's not just your flight I'd try
It's your gift and your sight
Your instinctive light
A bit of soul makes us cry