O, My Life Like a Gray, Gray Smoke,
O, my life like a gray, gray smoke,
That's newly pillowing from an old engine.
O, my life like a trumpeting
That's sweetly sounded by an elephant.
As fair as a river, my life stream in meanders,
So deep in gush am I;
And I will pour thee still, my watercourse,
Till a' the seas gang flood.
Till a' the seas gang flood, my stream in deluge,
And the rocks bath in sweeping waves:
I will spurt jet out till, my waterway,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only grit!
And fare thee influence, a while!
And I will draw closer again, my currents
It was routine thousand atoms transmutation.
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