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Never in a thousand years will I be wise enough

To equal this masterpiece that echoes in my soul

After all I am nothing but a greenhorn, a fool,

And this immense burden, I could not carry it through

With such outstanding beauty and incredible skill

Or with such eloquence or dashing, straightforward style

And under the great pressure I would certainly keel

Despite all the great stories I that know I can tell;

However I may try, there will always be deep in me

This dark, crippling fear that I will never be worthy,

But I will pursue life and always remain hearty

For I can gain from it much more than who am I…?

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So far and yet so close…