They say your golden years come all too early When living weds the past, nostalgia's born Whose newborn shrieking wails can turn you surly— And adolescent angst leaves all forlorn.
But early on, just teach her dignity To boldly face the sorrows of the night For though she's called Remorse in infancy She'll grow to Wisdom if you raise her right
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