Until the last day I will swing for the fences, tack hard into the wind, and climb to the top of each mountain, Where surely there will be more. Until the last day I will hold my head high, stand tall, and drink the…
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Until the last day I will swing for the fences, tack hard into the wind, and climb to the top of each mountain, Where surely there will be more. Until the last day I will hold my head high, stand tall, and drink the…