Father, farther!
With the muse of a solo run;
Fulfilling your dream,
In the land!
But, with critics.
You probably reacted the same!
With your words;
And, with your works.
Tiredness!
With the muse of life;
In such a big game,
In your land.
Farther, further!
With enormous potential;
Fulfilling your dreams,
Along the line.
To deliver!
With the muse of the admires around;
The muse of life!
Contrary to the occasional consistency of your brilliance;
However, you are now on a solo run.
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