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I was born of mother earth, Unformed, countless centuries I slumbered, Unaware, alone, cradled so deep in her sheltered womb, Awaiting the violence of my birth. My father, by his hand, gave me shape and form, He let me speak, a simple tale, but well told, A declaration of love, a son's lament, A sigh for one who sleeps, as I once slept. I watched as forests rose and fell, As the living land was thrust towards the sky, As countless seasons burnt and froze my tattooed skin, The ebb and flow in the lives of a million men. They came then as you come now, To talk, to sit and think, to love, As fragile as a spider's web, all too soon gone, A shadow on my face, a fleeting touch. So, here I am, and here I shall remain, I shall remember you always, and these moments we have shared, Remember me, my sorrow, my prayer, Those dew-drops in the Summer grass, their forever whispers.

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