The smallest clan of the human race
Who built their homes a few blocks from grace
Who gaze upon the starlit nights
And tarry till the dawn of wisdom
Alights upon their dreamers brow
Being reborn of fumes and flame
The glory adorns their youthful mane
As time flew by their hearts grew younger
Being nourished of dreams that banish hunger
They see no need of wings for flight
A swift cavalry of brilliant knights
That ride from victory into the light
A mighty folk happy and brave
Who knead up trouble to make their cake
Ever towards danger to make their save
From forest fires to a sunlit lake
A strange light lit up their graves
To tell us they didn't live as slaves
To the mundane they remained untamed
And embraced immortality when it came
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