So words become; the order of the day and order of the day becomes the soldiered meaning of all work and play, the ever present, beating drums. Then words become; the lure of the lie and liars lure every son with shadows of gold 'til they all but die, to retire, to be, to be done. And then, once again; the words become the order of every day to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done, 'til all words fly, ever away.
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