The zodiac has cast the dice
The golden sand rests
Waiting for the tide as
It comes and goes
Fate is either hard granite
Or soft sandstone
Weathered by wind and
Rain and the passage of time
Rivers are like the heart
They flow and sometime
Burst their banks or
Sometimes dry up
Each episode a drama
Caught for all to see
But sand rock and water
Will stand the test of time
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