In this cold world of steel,
What does it mean to feel?
To love, to hate, to be forgotten?
To think this world's just plain rotten?
Look around at the sky, the land, the sea.
Think about what this world could be.
Look to the sea for your reflection,
But don't focus on your imperfections.
Our time here is much too brief,
To waste on such trivial grief.
So go into the world without hesitation,
And nurture your precious aspirations.
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