| before the beginning of years
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| there came to the making of man
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| time, with a gift of tears
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| grief, with a glass that ran
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| pleasure, with pain for leaven
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| summer, with flowers that fell
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| remembrance fallen from heaven
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| and madness risen from hell
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| strength without hands to smite
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| love that endures for a breath
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| night the shadow of light
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| and life the shadow of death.
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| and the high gods took in hand
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| fire an the falling of tears
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| and a measure of sliding sand
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| from under the feet of the years
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| and froth and drift of the sea
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| and dust of the laboring earth
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| and bodies of things to be in the houses of death and of birth
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| and wrought with weeping and laughter
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| and fashioned with loathing and love
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| with life before and after
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| and death beneath and above |