Circles the hawk its prey
Wings on wind round again
Like the sunrise every day
Night and day round again
Begins summer anew
Seasons turn round again
Like the sky from black to blue
Dark and light round again
Run the hands on the face
The clock ticks round again
Like the stars' eternal race
Across the sky round again
Rises the tide to land
Waves crashing round again
Like cyclones in the sand
The moon comes round again
Circles life its new prey
Cycles start round again
Like the sunset every day
Birth and death round again
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