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I
That man who lives for self alone
Lives for the meanest mortal known.
Lives for the meanest mortal known.
I celebrate no man of strife,
I eat no bread with blood upon.
'Twere braver far to live unknown,
To live alone and die alone
Than owe sweet song, aye owe sweet life,
Or sweeter fame, to saber drawn.
I eat no bread with blood upon.
'Twere braver far to live unknown,
To live alone and die alone
Than owe sweet song, aye owe sweet life,
Or sweeter fame, to saber drawn.
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