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You lost? Enough. Don't try
To tell the Victor “why.”

YouR own Good Faith must be your chiefest Care;
No matter what Some Others do—Play Fair!

O NE Loser said the Race was wrongly run;
The Other laughed and tried again and won.

P UT down the Gun; restrain the Ruthless Mood;
A Dead Bird sings no Song and rears no Brood.

L END a Hand to drag the Sled uphill;
Earn your Right to know the Coaster's Thrill.
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