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If we burn our wings

flying to close to the sun

If the moment of glory

is over before it is begun

If the dream is won

tho everything is lost

we will pay the price

but we will not count the cost.

When the dust has cleared

and vistory denied

A summit too lofty

and the river a little too wide

If we keep our pride

Tho Paradise is lost

we will pay the price

but we will not count the cost

And if the music stops

leaving only the sound of the rain

All hope and glory

All the sacrafice in vain

But if the love remains

Tho everything is lost

we will pay the price

but we will not count the cost!

-> author Unknown

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