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Once, there was a boy named Harry. He was small for his age, and grew up too fast, and he died much too young to appreciate what he did to the world. The people he touched the hearts of, were many. The changes he inspired, great.
He was a symbol of hope.
He was a catalyst of the ages.
He was a survivor.
Until he wasn't. A boy that never got to be a man.
But this is not his story, the saga of his life too much and too little to capture in mere words.
This is the story, of his influence.
