"Quit! Give up! You're Beaten!"
They shout at me, and plead
"There's just too much against you now.
This time you acn't succeed."
And as i start to hang my head
In front of failure's face,
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race.
And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene.
For, Just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being
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