Thunder struck, thunderstruck recoiled I,
The architect said: Pay attention
Before you go up the road
Your breath looks short, your face
The more I see – the better –
Looks so pale:
Pay attention, move slow, pace
After pace you move and go.
And in the heavens I looked and
Saw winter and tempests green writ in the clouds.
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