For years the way goes north
And turns away till its round
Thousand of hundreds it may take
For the right word to be found
It comes to a master piece
And the world will cherish his memories
The years may change so may the seasons
Leaves may die, get a new life, and fill out the naked trees
Yet he smiles his way in the white floor With his dynamic thoughts and hands
For it may be just a while Until again he joins his fellow sands
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