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Created on: February 17, 2009
The light of knowledge in a child's eyes,
The shriek of joy when a goal is met,
The reverence and pride in earning the prize,
The thing left behind when we die, I'll bet,
is the spirit we create by all that we've done,
Not just how we finished,
but how we did run.
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