The road to greatness
Is thin
Narrow steep and
Too few
Who have reached it..
Only those less percentage
The
Working dreamers
Tough enough to make
Night a day for toil
While the rests
Are already in a flat slumber
So let's wake up
Heading to At The Top
Be sure, left your name
Your feet
Firmly on security ground level
Be cautious
Little success is dangerous
Strive to be happy
NOt out of wealth 0.1
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