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If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master; If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just same If you can bear to hear truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools Or watch things you gave your life to, broken And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you but none too much; If you can fill unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is Earth and everything that's in it And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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