Having noble thought is really noble
But nobler still is to follow it
If one can't pursue one's ideals
How one can be worthy and fit
The morning that brings new hopes
Turns into a dark, calm, cool night
But the sword of our enthusiasm
Starts us for a new unknown fight
Who knows what is hidden there
Behind the dense fog of sorrows
Every breath from the dark of death
A reviving life eagerly borrows
The depth of earth can't explain
The heights of unknown blue sky
A burrowing creature can't learn
How to prepare his wings to fly
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