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Place the heart with your mind
Go to the path that soul can bind

Honor your presence
Valor your brave
Be with you everytime

Never show feelings
Never be a clown

Harden the ravine
That never can progress

Strict your heart
Stick with ardour

Ignore the universe
That can make decrepit

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