He had the heart of a lion
Who would never whine
His luck could have run out
But his courage wont lose any bout
The glory he earned was great
Yet he never took the greed`s bait
Memories of him still live
Through every of the time`s give
He stood before his death with smile
Every soul understood after a while
The greatness of God he hath
All because of his choses path
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