The Stars are old, that stood for me --
The West a little worn --
Yet newer glows the only Gold
I ever cared to earn --
Presuming on that lone result
Her infinite disdain
But vanquished her with my defeat
'Twas Victory was slain.
Classic poem
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
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