O Failure, most misunderstood mother of success,
How trying you are to the trying man.
Are you the cause of downfall for many,
Or could mortals succeed without your mocking glance?
Aye, Success and Failure,
Lovers from the start,
You walk hand in hand,
Side by side, leaving nothing to chance.
You call us to your circle,
Changing partners as we go.
Up and down, high and low,
Following the passionate rhythm of Tango.
From the ruins of ashes, shall phoenix rise.
And empires fall with achievement's pride
Success and Failure, you are the hen and egg question
Of Human achievements.
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