The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.

The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.

Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?

Nothing sparks your talents more than a spark of thought.

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