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Grow strong |
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and learn to fly |
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Do not for an instant |
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consider |
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the circling death above |
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nor the slithering one |
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below |
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Soar and bask |
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in your youth |
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Many and vile |
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are the pains on your path |
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Blacksmith of fortune and fate, |
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a cunning trickster, |
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brings down the hammer |
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with unexeeded might |
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Mad and blind |
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(Will you be crushed?) |
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Better not ponder |
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Follow the footprints |
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Do not worry, |
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you will always be caught |
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if you fall... |
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(...won't you?) |
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Half-chance is life |
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and though the arrows |
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missed you so far, |
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your body remembers |
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how to squirm, |
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and your heart |
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how to bleed |
