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Under it, castle stones crumble, or old men grumble.
Fruit and grain grow, as planters reap and sow.
Under it, empires rise and fall, brave men answer the call.
By it demands are made, and kings tempers are stayed.
Travelers sandles are worn, as lovers apart are torn.
Woman work on their weave, as some prepare to leave.
Like sand, it comes and goes, as the wind quickly blows.
It swirls around in edies and drifts, as men thru it sift.
Death, famine, loved or lost, adventures, or bravery at all cost.
War. None can escape it.

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