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LIVES Ah, how ill at ease sometimes I feel you are with me, victor among men! Because you do not know That with me were victorious thousands of faces that you can not see, thousands of feet and hearts that marched with me, that I am not, that I do not exist, that I am only the front of those who go with me, that I am stronger because I bear in me not my little life but all the lives, and I walk steadily forward because I have a thousand eyes, I strike with the weight of a rock because I have a thousand hands and my voice is heard on the shores of all the lands because it is the voice of all those who did not speak, of those who did not sing and who sing today with this mouth that kisses you. |