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A rumbling, a murmuring,

the old and the new.

A rattling, a rippling,

that share the same hue.

Progression, obsession,

the life’s daily grind.

Advisor, contriver,

the truth’s hard to find.

A beauty, a bounty,

a conflict with lust.

Surrender, asunder,

when dreams turn to dust.

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