From among the breeds that win,
You are no mother,
And Taming is a sin,
Let him just grow,
Grow as he might to leave like a moon,
And fall prey to other angels,
Falling in and out of their eyes too soon,
This discontent pioneer,
Will live as he does,
Fearless and free,
To conquer all lands and rule all seas,
Foot by foot winning over his grief,
For Great ballads are written with the ink of pain,
Hurt him o love him but never restrain,
He sucks equally each bud,
For all roses are not the same,
You are just another flower in his garden,
And you are proud of this name.
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