Timidly I go,daring to grow,
moving by night,
avoiding the light,
crawling along
through the dust
and the shadows;
How much better
to be a valiant feline
a nondescript cat
with the heart of
a lion,
Than to live as a lion,
a cowardly lion,
a large, languid lion
with the heart of a mouse.
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