One that sings at midnight
HASTEN
little one
For the one that sings at midnight
is the one that sings
ALONE.
Hold the world in high regards
As you paint the world thus far
With its bright nights and dim stars
And once you've tried and tried again,
Remember me this:
The moment you've failed
Is the moment you've also won.
Tend your injuries and brush off your knees
Grasp the ambition that brought you so far.
Come, now, young One of no days.
Hit the ground running
Ready your pale sails
Soar among the clouds
And don't forget to
Entertain the old Albatross
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