What brain says 'oft we fail to earn
Yet be aware before it being utterly dead
Ye, shadow of failure, but none
Can give us impulsion to last breathe.
Our mature patience 'oft stumbles to be endured
Oh! don't be broken into bits
If ever you incurred,
By drowsiness of brain, least
Be optimistic even after vain come
In life, not proved as reliable home.
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