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 Your dream and my dream is not that we shall live; The greatest joys we hope to claim are those that we shall give. We face the heat and strife of life, its battle and its toil That those who follow us may know the best of freedom’s soil. And if we knew that by our death we’d keep that flag on high, For your boy and my boy how gladly we would die.