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Dull whispers go along the crowded copse
The sea enchants the sky with all its might
Dim
winds blow harsh, the eagle dares to shriek
The rains come fast to utter news of death
Bleak cries of mirth, bleak winds of change shall blow
For man is but an instrument to
gauge
All life is here to see its purpose proved
Mans blows to man are seldom weak, he snares
