You build when you hold yourself upright,
You build when you listen to your might.
For the world, my darling, is way too cruel
To nourish your parts that are feeble and poor.
There's nothing like fairies and magic,
Nothing really can prevent you from being frantic.
You are your only armour.
You yourself are wrecked ship, you are your harbour.
When broken into a million pieces,
When life's gaiety ceases,
Hold on and take a deep breath,
Then get up and become our own strength.
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