The Life Of This World

The life of this worl
Is ruled by wind,
Weeping, dread,
    and stirring:
With wind we grow bigger,
    With wind we wither;

With weeping we enter,
    With weeping we splinter,
With stirring we begin,
    With stirring we end;
With dread we live,
    With dread we leave.

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