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In this journey of never end,
I tell you, champions we are again.
Though our trials seem to most, small,
For me, thee, it's our call.
Strike us down with whatever scar,
Bloodied we fall, rise, grasp for star
A wily old pioneer once told me,
"Only depression beats, you see!
"Champions come back again and again,
Is necessary, imperative for the win. |
