I won't be satisfied
Except I know I will;
I cannot be denied
Except that I am still.
I want to claim I strive
And push on to success
But I'm glad I'm alive
And full of happiness
So nothing seems too bad
Or needs to be repaired
And since I am so glad
Your ears should now be spared
The din of my defiance
Or too-loud self-reliance.
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