To sleep, perchance to dream, Aye, there's the rub. To fight, perchance to win, Aye, there's the rub. For the children of the children of the victors Will forget, and in turn oppress. Goliath, Goliath, bound in steel Goliath, Goliath, fell on the field A little boy, not fully grown Brought him down with a sling and a stone Goliath's mother wept and mourned Remembering the day when he was born Goliath's children got the blame Goliath, Goliath, got the shame
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