Basking in the mortal calm

Before the dice have rolled

I live free and true

To a generous craft

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Before the dice have rolled

Before the wailing of sirens

I will cherish the sheen

Of post-war plunder

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Before an ireful wind

Breathes fire into our lives

I will tend to my roots

Weaving far into the past

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Before our tribes are chosen 

Before nations melt away,  

I will bask in the summer

Before the brute force of fall