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The vines climb up.
The vines cling fast.
O, what is first and what is last?

The leaves drink sun.
The roots dig deep.
O, what now wakes and what doth sleep?

The concrete cracks.
The road doth split.
The grasses grow all green within.

And flowers bloom
Beneath smoke skies.
O, what now lives and what doth die?

All by the rise
And fall of days:
Poor men made lords and lords made knave.

And by the rise
And fall of moons:
We come to end so very soon.

And flowers wilt.
And vines do die.
We have one thing - and that is Time.

The vines of Time entwine us.
Roots of blood do bind us;
Reaching back inside us;
Weaving through our lives.

And we each hold our own thread.
As so often I have said:
It turns to silver in our hands;
Weaving through our lives.

The sun doth set, the daylight fades.
There's something yet to be made:
Twist three strands into a braid;
Weaving through our lives.

The moon may turn to blood or fall;
Darkness cover one and all;
Bound in heart we'll hear the call
Echo through our lives.

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