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"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." -Henry David Thoreau
We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
It was the year of fire, The year of destruction, The year we took back what was ours. It was the year of rebirth, The year of great sadness, The year of pain, And a year of joy. It was a new age. It was the end of history. It was the year everything changed. The year is 2009. The place, The Bay Area.
This is endgame. We'll be ok as long as nothing goes wrong.