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Dust



It is only sane;dust

That we know that a child is born from a womb,

For if we are to say that a child comes from dust

As we know, the ancient father said it

Then of cos his words on be fruitful and multiply would be regarded as dust

However, this dust which we call coloured today;

Is the same dust that brought forth the first man.

And though some count it as untrue;

It is not from dust that we receive sorrow

For man is born into sorrow and not from it

As he who made the dust wishes no sorrow on us.

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