Fallen upon the stars
And now we get to see you
Finally figure out just who you are
A clandestine existence
Carried aloft for a long time by perfectly aligned dance steps
Always the serendipitous sort
A fly in the face of adversity, an eagle-eye
No longer a shroud
Rocket-fueled, you shout so very loud and we hear it
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