Here's to those who went before
From those they left behind.
Raise a glass to those who can't.
Give them all their due.
We are all survivors of
That ancient human breed.
Revel in the fortune of
The gift they've given you.
Guided by ancestral myth,
A driving curiosity
So strong that every fiber seeks
To know the answers to it all.
Never truly satisfied,
Always wanting more,
Needing to know what adventure
Lies beyond the wall.
Lovely candle burning bright
Until your flame becomes a ghost,
Leaving other sad survivors
Raising glasses in a toast.
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