In this world full of knaves,
you have to be brave and tough
If you aspire to reach your dreams,
no effort is ever enough
You have to struggle to reach the top,
The grain has to rise, from seed to crop
You have to troubles and pain endure,
Only then can you victory ensure
There's many a slip between cup and lip,
So just remember this age-old tip;
Never say die, just complete the run,
You may find the Stars, if you seek the Sun
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