Perfect we are not born
Nor will we ever be
With an ability we are born
We can go beyond what we see.
Hence stretch the will within you
And reach far beyond your folding
Once stretched far and wide to the point of view
The new form will be lofty and gratifying..
You'll now be happily riding
Soon soaring high with wings
And will a new place be holding
Rejoicing at the fulfillment that brings.
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