Not For Thyself, But For The Sake Of Song, Strive To Succeed As Others Have, Who Gave Their Lives Unto Her; Shaping Sure And Strong Her Lovely Limbs That Made Them God And Slave. Not For Thyself, But For The Sake Of Art, Strive To Advance Beyond The Others' Best; Winning A Deeper Secret From Her Heart To Hang It Moonlike 'Mid The Starry Rest.
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