Let the night sleep you still.
Bend in art to be your will.
The shiver starts and nerves chill.
Letting go fits the bill.
Attempts are the only way fly.
Every waver feeds goodbyes.
Soak in the revelry until it's dry.
Not all tears come from cries.
Sing the wave of each new song.
Grow a breath inside the throng.
Feel the resonance of the gong.
And soon your art will be strong.
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