Four elements moving circling round the time
and clashing and changing
The birds over valleys covered in the dust,
but storm is the engine.
And high in the air the heaven and the earth
exchanging their places
The mountains collapse to drown in the sea
their glorious faces
Destroyed by the time, decayed by teeth of age
Old shapes disappear
The river of lava raging through the ground
hand-feeding the fear
And hands of the fire are rising above
but flame is the spear
And clouds of memory cover the world
rotating the sphere
Things don't ever die, they vary and transform,
and sum is still constant
The deep of the sea is drying up to be
a land of the cold sand.

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