With fists of steel An iron will Hands that flew And an aim as true As the words of a dying man He beat back depression And in quick succession He was beaten too By the likes of you Or maybe the lack thereof He floated like a butterfly While importanter things fluttered by Stung like a bee Drove him to his knees Which is where we found him The shadow…
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