I will winBecause I will sufferLonger than you.But there is no ill will In the winning,Nor shame in love's loosingWhen loss is gain.Beat away! My chestLongs for your fistsClinched tight.Every ocean needs a shore or cragTo beat against, And I have nothing else More pressing.Beat away!Beat away! My breastLongs for your fistsClinched tight.Till the dayThe day when they've Worn themselves out in beating.And you fall like the meteorDown, down...And crash upon my breast in defeat.Beat away!Beat away! My breastLongs for your fists Clinched tight.There is no ill willIn the winning,Nor shame in love's loosing​When loss is gain.

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