What began as a few lines of code has now evolved into a million-line behemoth.

Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven ; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents.

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From childhood's hour I have not been / As others were; I have not seen / As others saw; I could not bring / My passions from a common spring.