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Created on: October 05, 2010 Last Updated: March 07, 2012
I am my brother’s keeper.
For without him, I am weaker
If I stand to gain.
By his suffering and pain.
I lose just the same.
Without him, I can not give.
Without him, I cannot live.
He is I and I him.
So his gain, is my win.
His suffering, is my loss.
So I must stand up for him.
At any cost.
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