I cry to die,
I die to fly,
My dream is high...
...a dream to try,
Is it worth, O GOD? !
I can not know...
My vision broad,
I'll learn and grow;
In this infinity, I'll stretch and grasp
And what I'll grasp, 'll be my own last gasp,
and so I'll die...
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