Tirelessly I work, slaving away.
Yet, relaxing does not remove the burden of today.
Running away would bring sweet monetary dreams of grandeur.
Alas, I am destined for something much more grander.
Nevertheless, the work must be done regardless how much I perspire.
The legacy I leave behind will carry on pass me, even after I've expired.
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