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Where lives life, lives hope. |
| There is nothing for it now But to try my wings -- to fly -- To brave the test of fire -- To find freedom -- or to die All the little deaths of fear Insidious and cold -- Or the flaming death of martyrdom -- Either life or morals sold. No knowledge of my future Save futility of prayer No prayer can save my hopes and dreams From lying deadened there. So all that lies before me Is the sum of all my fears -- Though I would die a thousand deaths Before I shed for this a tear. |