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When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.