A rousing cheer for those who boast

Their heart - their love - their fear.

And while we few are apt from most

Let no regrets command our tears.

For nothing given from this bar

Is stronger than this creed and hence.

The sweetest victories often are,

In equal measure with their absence.

Lose more than soul and flesh to wine.

Rejoice in memory of youth and vigor.

And stitch no sorrow in this quick decline

For your wings were never bigger.

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