If man can tread the soot of stars
And stone can trace the path of years,
If pyramids can brush the clouds
And peace can triumph wars of tears,
If invention by wit can cure
And a document can win free will,
If a woman stands for refusing to sit
And a man refuses blood to spill,
If bicyclists can take to flight
And life is borne where nothing was,
If one voice can incite a revolution
And freedom remains a noble cause,
If the impossible is achieved constantly
What can become of you, and me?
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