Epic is the discourse of my heart
In my own little world, my own small time.
A grand scale it would be to weigh
All the hopes and dreams there fondly kept, there nurtured.
And should I hope to outlast the bravest and best,
My pursuit must be sure and quick;
For they could envelop the whole world
And not leave an inch of my heart intact.
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