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Timothy DwightA sharp, cutting breeze stirs beads of sweat and drops of blood from the TD hordes as they unite to mark another revolution in the endless cycle of victory. It is an affirmation of the dynasty. The fields stretch idly and seem lonely, incomplete without the pulsing red shirts. Bittersweet are our tears for the Class of 1998.The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what we have done. It is for us, rather, to remain dedicated to the unfinished work which they who fought here before us have so nobly advanced. It is for us to be devoted to the great task before us--to the great victory ahead. The future is raging blood hordes. The future is the jihad. The future is liquid Ashé steaming from our rippling physiques, buddy. We've got a date with destiny. We have the power to realize our destiny. The power to make it happen. To raise from seed to harvest. The power to engender the future. The power to victory. To the realization of potential. Potency of possibility. The power to make it happen. The lion roars. Ashé.
(Compiled and inspired by Tania Brief, Dan Davis, Gates Hurand, and Courtney Noble, 1997-98.)
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