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  • I haven’t the wit, the wry way with words
    But I know it when I hear it
    As do we all

    Your voices call
    To action
    To outrage
    To laughter
    To tears

    We got some stars
    Shining not just here and for us
    But wider and more brilliant

    I say, for them, for us
    Raise the banner
    Up to the rafters
    Set the cup there on the shelf
    Let all know that there is the jersey
    There is the number
    There is the mark

    Let them stand then
    So that when my grandchildren and yours
    bring their children to see where we stood
    they’ll find the best of us here still
    and hear the love and the laughter
    tears and outrage
    hope and despair
    and know
    how the best were here
    and here left their marks
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