Akin to earth, the woman takes us.
But not forever, for a while
You're eager, live, and full of lust.
And she will take you, quite without guile...
Accepting her as host, man must diminish.
So, contrary, she grows strong.
You'll be happy until the finish -
A speck in life - producing throng.
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