Try as I may, I cannot seize the sun;
Despite my efforts, stars are out of reach.
I can but jog where others seem to run;
Can but suggest where others dare to teach.
The darkness will not yield unto my light,
Nor can my song entice all hell to quiet;
What I can't see need not be out of sight,
All my incitements cannot lead to riot.
Eternal glory will not be my end;
I cannot claim I will defeat the years.
But if you promise that you'll be my friend
And let me come and wipe away your tears,
And do the same for me, that's all I need:
To want the rest would then be simply greed.
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