If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
I'm feeling poetic today, so why not let the music do the talking for me!
Feast your ears, folks!
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
Yours always and forever,
Yol
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