Actions done stand,
Doomed to never be made nothing if evil, never redone better,
Though they are crushed to dust at their maker’s demand.
The force of their effects shall be a part of the stage of life,
A part of the land,
For a deed done may be lessened or heightened in strength now,
But it shall remain ever like sand,
Though its power wanes inevitably in time,
Drifting on winds that slowly carry grain from grain.
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