Winds have blown, leaves had been rustling away.
Days have passed, time had been ticking away.
In what comes at first, will leave at last.
As whom calls at dawn, will resound at dusk.
To how expects the future, will acknowledge the past.
For what i say you, leave me in dismay.
For why i ask you, take me or lay.
The witness to mystery, is in mask.
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