When it feels like ice, everything will be nice.
When it feels like rain, you are going to get pain.
You are a warrior of darkest night.
You are the princess of brightest light.
Keep going until you reach,
the place you wanted to reach.
You will have to fight battles.
You will have to feel pain.
You will have to get scars.
To win the battles,
you must stand out in the heard of cattles.

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