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点击复制He worked the mines where silence grows
Where pay is low and dreams grow thin
But in his chest a fire still glows
He writes poems on scraps of tin
Each word defies the crushing weight
Each line a rebellion in disguise
Though hands are cracked by shift and fate
His soul still dances in the skies
Youre no hero the world once said
Yet still he climbs against the gale
For what is worth more than daily bread
The will to rise when others fail
And though hes never won acclaim
Hes known by stars and mornings seal
Not every man is born to fame
Some are just born not to kneel