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Tides of trouble turn trifle when the moon circles earth
The belly of the beast is never filled, if the fight is not fought
A subsiding tide and a raging river current, they collide at the firth
The wind changes course, life like a tidal wave with unforeseen plot
Days with highs and lows, the ebb and flow; interchanging currents go back and forth
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