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A raindrop-
Ripples in a lake,
Drowned by the downpour

01: INTREUX

the spring that lightens steps upon the soil;
the sun that brightens faces wrought in toil;
the unawareness of the mortal coil,

will soon give way to summer’s scathing eye;
will feel the fury of the vengeful sky;
will parch the earth and turn the rivers dry,

till autumn brings its blissful tranquil touch;
till cherry blossoms fall in their deluge;
till sunrays slip away before your clutch,

when finally, winter waits upon the world;
when nature, weary, from her toils untold;
when wasted, life retreats beneath the cold.

so goes the age-old story of the earth;
the treasured tale of death, and then rebirth.

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now life is grey within foreboding walls-
the corpse of change interred in haunted halls.

no more the winter cold and desolate-
where life awaits the silent sword of fate;
just cold or warm as one would have it be.

no more the autumn’s falling blooms of red-
where life, asleep upon her final bed;
just cold or warm as one would have it be.

no more the summer’s rays to warm the earth-
where life was once awash with joy and mirth;
just cold or warm as one would have it be.

no more the spring, the melody is stilled-
where life and death had once the whole world filled;
just cold or warm as one would have it be.

07: EXEUNTE

Drowned by the downpour
Ripples in a lake,
A raindrop-