Its okay

“Fall down seven stand up eight”

Eventually you will fall

Life will come, and knock you down

 

Its metamorphosis little one, you’re only seven

 

You must learn how to be bold and how to stand

 

Slowly you will grow up

But for now, no worries, soon you will be eight

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