...So take the hundred mile lead,
Run as fast as you wish,
But get rest when you can.
For when you arrive at the finish line,
It won’t be too long
After you look right beside
That there was a weary journeyed man
Trotting with arms and feet in tandem
Along the troubled high way;
Who walked with a steady pace
To claim the very same prize
Awaiting everyone
Who dared
To reach the end.
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