Love what you love to do
Just always better it
Continously furnish your dray, don't get bored
Be dressy in your talent like a trogon
More so those you've placed
In the land of inoperable
Those galling your dignity
Hope, faith, perseverance
The troika of success
It's time for the young eagle to fly
Afraid that it will fall?
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