First cry and last moan ...
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Rock the cradle, tend the stone.
Eager sprint and jaded sprawl -
as it should be: rise and fall.
Born to present face and name,
pick up the pieces of the game.
Cycle in and cycle out;
battle blues and hues of doubt.
Eager sprint ... jaded sprawl ...
Once again it will enthrall.
Mark the rituals sweetly known;
rock the cradle, tend the stone.