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Leave it to the professionals they said,
I agree to a certain extent.
The trees of craftmanship and ideas
are different, but nourished
by the same source from heaven
runnin' like streams of ley-lines
from the world of ideas and creativity.
Some things are better left alone.
and learnin' requires a teacher,
Ye, the birds nestin' place is in heaven;
the worms beneath guard it.
but dancin' in between the swords,
in time, both roots and crowns,
become miniature masterpieces
That's the story of the apprentice,
and the master workin' together,
neither could be without the other,
the splendour is always shared.
Behold, this is the star of the Equinox's
the shiftin' of seasons
the old man who passes the torch
to some hapless fool,
and walkin' through deaths door,
leaves a fingerprint behind,
all things have their time in between
the sun and beneath the earth,
replenishin', reshapin' the world.
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