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Count up, count down like brew bubbles
Season comes and goes sprinkling like winter leaves
The sky riddles in muffling as cloudies converge like bees
Sometimes two could throw, atimes one could strive

Count down, count up as dice throws
Four dial, five moves, someone wins
Head or tail like tossing coins
Tail may lose, head might furrow

Count up, count down as the earth draws
The wind whirls, thunder rumbles in fumbling
As the storm raids the invicinble universe
the agitation of rack rocks saddle in mumbling

The silence then ekes out as the death calls the day