By: strangeways (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2017
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many greats we grow to love,
dowsed in glory,
thrown above,
may not be known to you or i,
their light not cast upon our eyes,
gone forever a fleeting shadow,
their voice remains,
a distant meadow,
although the pain may grasp and linger,
knowledge shall rise,
and be crowned the winner.
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