I shall not be a star
That glitters on and off
I shall not be the moon
That keeps changing its outline
I shall not be the sun
That is so raging at noon
I shall not be a tree
That falls prey to greedy
I shall not be a leave
That sheds every autumn
I shall not be a flower
That lives for just a day
I shall not be a fruit
That seldom serves wood
I shall not be a seed
That hardly gets to sprout
But, I shall wish for sure!
To be an emphatic alp
Or a mystique stream-let here
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