Alone, my fingers cannot paint the sky;
I cannot reach the universe myself.
Nor can I linger here, eternal elf,
To watch the eons as they wander by.
I'll never alter continents, or force
A river from its smoothly flowing course,
And though I do the best I'll ever do,
And make that best the best that it can be,
I have no high or mighty destiny
Which will by my endeavours become true.
But in conjunction with another hand,
I can be more than I have been before,
And where I once could neither speak nor stand,
With help I could do both - and maybe more.
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