Having suffered a lot Those whose minds are wrought The base of whose existence becomes shaky Those who are listless Let them listen — Don’t ever forget yourselves. Let you meet every day Those who have won over death Those who have kept their torch aflame Above whatever is mean and small If you make them dwarf The sin of their disrespect Will make you dwarf as well And you will suffer that indignity forever. Make yourselves honourable Honouring them In the world Those who are memorable men.SourceThe script ran 0.007 seconds.
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