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  • Here's to false dawns
    Lottery winnings of scrap paper
    Efforts spent for no results
    Golden opportunities made of brass
    Dead men walking tall and proud

    Here's to seeing the axe every inch of the way
    For soldiering on after the clock has struck
    To swimming like a stone, and jumping anyway

    Here's to smiling through gritted teeth
    To learning through clenched fists
    Here's to illusions robbed and dreaming still

    Here's to broken pieces wet with glue
    Shattered again to be picked up anew
    Climbing high and falling deeper still
    To being but a man, but reaching even so
    To stiff necks and backs that will not bend
    To knees scraping on the floor
    And men who get up again...
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