The zest to excel drives man to the skies
And he misses the rainbows, fluttering swans, the entire rosiness
He falls into the folly's abyss
Entering the darkness of space
In oblivion of his original purpose
Ways lead to ways, moves to moves
Instead of a patterned course marvellous
He can't wonder, slips into bloody chaos
Benign powers, be lenient, bestow thy blessedness
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