To take the work to hold the hand
the hand that left me for dead.
I see the lines of a smaller man
and the deeds that hide the greater plan.
The better the life the stronger the death
the further the climb the harder the press.
And, smell the sweat that ruined the dress
smell the sound of a great distress.
Hold the hand of the man to impress
hold his hand and do not forget.
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