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Like wind which winds its way
'round willows' sway
Through amber winter grass by day,
Through shadows flight in dark of night!
And day and night,
and black and white
Unite to form their shades of grey;
Combining into weeks they wend,
Until the month has reached its end.
And months combine 'til seasons twine
In frost,
and shimmering solarshine;
With song and tear,
with strength and fear
The memory
of another year.。 |
And year upon memory-year unfolds
In glittering array unholds
The colors of our love and strife --
The mighty fabric of our life.
Weavers all, creating we
Design
work of our destiny;
Until
one day our smallness wake...
Stretch forth our fashioning hands to take
The self-made garment of our own eternity.
And n'er again so small,
unite then,
With Time-Weaver
of us all. |
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