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Wiping his brow |
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He managed to tear himself away |
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The past few nights |
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Had left him rather tired |
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Returned his thoughts |
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To a need he found overpowering |
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He felt success |
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Was now within his grasp. |
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Climbing the ladder |
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Three runs forward, two runs back |
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Climbing the ladder |
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Trying to stay on just the right track |
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Keeps us the pace |
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Tells himself that it's all worthwhile |
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Hard work is its own reward one day. |
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Could he be wrong? |
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Are all his dreams merely fantasies |
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And would it all |
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Fall in on him some day? |
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Now he sits back |
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Amid all things he worked so hard for |
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And wonders... |
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Was his energy well spent? |
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Whatever the price |
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He is where he wants to be |
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The end has justified |
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The means and all. |