Minds ablaze with purpose bright,
Hands that labor, day and night,
A spirit forged in striving's fire,
To scale the heights of grand desire,
And seize the greatness they aspire.
With hearts resolved and spirits bold,
And hands that shape the dreams of old,
A mind that toils with focused might,
To chase the stars in darkest night,
And claim the crown of pure delight.
A will of iron, hands of grace,
A mind that conquers time and space,
Goals like mountains, pierce the sky,
Where greatness waits for those who try.
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