Every dawn, the becoming’s so grand,
With fate, a steed, proud and free,
Thus I change like a snake in the land,
And I turn, if the world’s weary be.
Tetrameter Two
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Every dawn, the becoming’s so grand,
With fate, a steed, proud and free,
Thus I change like a snake in the land,
And I turn, if the world’s weary be.
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