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46. Aspiration
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise
And then, if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king
— Oct 07, 2025 03:48PM
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise
And then, if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king
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