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Olympus: Citius, Altius, Fortius

I would build you stronger
If nations come here alone to battle
And taste defeat without blood
Not for the right of ideas to prevail
But for valor to be heard
For the begining right to a discourse in word.
When barbels are broken
There is still so much to lift
The pain and human suffering 
In which many are adrift.

I would build you higher
The spirit to proclaim
That the victor is not master
He is one of us, and all us dream.
So there are no superior gold
In the range of human competence
For those who cheer are heroes too
They are the reason,
We represent them in what we do ...
It is they who fall hardest when the hero fail in you.
Opportunity is the height you clear for them
Longing in their hearts
To set a trail of hope ablaze where there is no trail.

I would prime you faster
Make you run the race of life
Leaving fetters of hunger, disease, wars
And broken dreams behind.
But we should grow weaker, did we not fight
The obstacles that retard, and swarm in flight
To build with new strength
From another speed ... of vision, faith
In the unbreakable bond that like water heal
With each parting for the passage of the pantheon.
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We've put gods to sleep
And in their throne heroes sit
And still mortals weep

For wars were made too
By those who made the gods. Dream
Now of peace, dead kings.

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