All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who trail are busts;
The oldheads that saw do not wither,
Old banners are not frayed by the dust;
From the ashes, Scoot will be ballin’,
For a tomahawk, Shaedon will spring;
Renewed will be the Red Hot and Rollin’,
The Blazers again will win rings.
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