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At dawn the clouds spill in the valleys
Giving it a sip of dew as they sink
And the mountains extend its neck
Over the top of these clouds
Seizing the chance to be more lofty
Cause the proud must come low
And the lower must get respite
As the cycle moves
And the grains fall in the hourglass
I look around to see
That the clouds are under me
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