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  And hide behind his smile and pride The loneliness that dwells inside. And so, from day to day, I go, Playing the part of man, although Beneath the rough outside and grim, I think and dream and pray for him.

We need a few more optimists, The kind that double up their fists And set their jaws, determined-like, A blow at infamy to strike. Not smiling men, who drift along And compromise with every wrong; Not grinning optimists who cry That right was never born to die, But optimists who’ll fight to give The truth an honest chance to live.