But be a realist, my dear.
You must not be your own singer,
I know you have not written
A single song that gives life.
Listen to all but do as you like,
All are there to love you and
They all expect a lot from you.
No one dares to question you, true,
But time is there to throw you out,
Out of power- lock, stock and barrel.
Do things as you like but forget not
To watch the blue sky alone.

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