Afresh my motion has to begin.
Again my wings of toil have to flap;
A tinker's task to reshape my heart benign
To quench the gaping chasm and fill the gap;
To let anew my ambitions roam,
And dreams to seep and pervade
To the limitless shores of heaven and home,
Until the farewell is tearfully bade.
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