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Every deed both cruel and kind
falls on fertile ground
and finds a mate to spawn again
'til kings of kings are crowned.

Tempt this does to measure worth
of praise or scarlet letter -
tally thorn and vine since birth
and sum the deeds together.

But all our deeds are potter’s clay
at last if not at first.
None can take our worth away
or nullify our worst.