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"Life for life," the Prophet says,
The fulness of days shall come and the reapers reap.
The white blade seethes like a wind, and we
Tremble at death in the blade's cold kiss.
Distant, infinite blue
From East to West, from South to North,
Bends over us.
We, called forth
Up from the heart of the earth,
Mother that gave us birth,
Lie on her heart again.
Sun and dew,
Wind and rain,
Pass over us.
The fulness of days shall come and the reapers reap.
The white blade seethes like a wind, and we
Tremble at death in the blade's cold kiss.
Distant, infinite blue
From East to West, from South to North,
Bends over us.
We, called forth
Up from the heart of the earth,
Mother that gave us birth,
Lie on her heart again.
Sun and dew,
Wind and rain,
Pass over us.
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