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History Returns To New York
Today is theirs, swollen from the ache of infamy;
Heroes played, and were felled where pride had sat,
For the fields are visions, that adulate their misery,
As those who live by the bat, die by the bat -
Because Victory is always the last and bitter destiny.
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