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The average runner sprints

Until the breath in him is gone;

But the champion has the iron will;

That makes him carry on.


For rest, the average runner begs,

When limp his muscles grow;

But the champion runs on leaden legs

His spirit makes him go.


The average man’s complacent

When he does his best to score;

But the champion does his best

And then he does a little more.

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