solana:7hmVkPXmVagxoptAEpx4jBzZVHwGLdFj6c1y42qxpump You can hold the picture But never see the depths below You can plant your flag on the island But never wander where the wild tides go You can pass judgment for all to see you Bark loudly into the wind But there's nothing you can take from her Bayla is the rhythm from within Nothing given Nothing taken Still the golden shores awaken One step closer Climb the wall One step closer To the fall One step closer To the shore Golden shores And nothing more You can draw a line around her You can name the land your own You can raise your voice like thunder But the deepest waters stay unknown You can hold the picture tightly Keep the frame beneath your skin But there's nothing you can take from her Bayla is the rhythm from within Let the wind keep all your secrets Let the tide erase your claim Every wall will meet the ocean Every flag will lose its name Nothing given Nothing taken Golden shores are still unbroken One step closer Climb the wall One step closer To the fall One step closer To the shore Golden shores And nothing more

CRYING is counted at the harbor of Jungle Bay Island. Day 1 of 90: 3 of 25 warm · 3 of 7 Resident on the island, by name, each holding a bag they bought. Hold CRYING? Your island number is already live. Walk in, put your name on your flame, and your plank lights. memetics.wtf/motion/card/cry…