Treasure the time you have on stage,
For you may not always sing so sweet.
Jump as high as you possibly can—
The rim won't always be so easy to reach.
Watch the pieces on the chessboard move,
With love, for you won't always think so deep.
But there's something you can do now
That will bring all your past selves to their feet.
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