Great he really is,
Who has the sense of guilt in his,
Heart as had Jim of Lord Jim,
The man who used to daydream.
Half of the sin is gone,
If feels sorry one,
And dares to face reality,
Saved he is ultimately.
Living like a coward is akin to demise,
Let your conscience speak, let it rise.
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