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To the sea of the rising sun I was born

With the name of ‘jovial man’ I adorn.

In the stillness I found the fleeting joy of childhood,

Playing on the DS and throughout the neighborhood.

Carried by the tide of fate I was forced to renew

But I was unable to break through.

I remained a lone crystal of snow

Among the ‘sourdoughs.’

But spring came and the currents once again dictated my flow,

I returned to my source, only now with city lights aglow.

Given another chance of rebirth,

I had to make it worth.

I had found other drops and formed a pond

Bound together by hydrogen bonds.

With their help and Mac’s voice I had learned to swim

And carry myself without being so grim.

Although rain poured in our streams’ divergence,

Happiness was in their mere convergence.

This rain carried more drops in their place,

A sign of the tarot’s continued grace.

Home for me is not one place.

Home is the refreshment in summer.

Home is the reverberation of song and hymn alike.

Home is the atmosphere, the ocean, and every drop I’ve encountered.