Who am I? A man of cosmic birth,
A man of dust, yet birth of earth.
A godly form built from the womb,
A flowery being built to boom.
If I embody all that's birth,
of the very essence of earth,
I am the day, I am the night,
I am the word, the wrong, the right.
Who am I? This world I mold,
Who am I? A boy made old.
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