I see someone built like stone,
Cities of stone have amassed into globes,
Globes have returned to the dear dust.
An esoteric knowledge is read by a sage
To enlighten the attractive forces of homes
And children, those wonders of the earth.
I am fair and interesting to stalwart men,
So behind them is a saying of old snakes,
Behind their backs is a sale that beleaguers,
One is bought by the traders of such strength.
I am adept to the world of virile wonder,
Robust and angry are the rotund men,
Robbing the artfully majestic men,
And being cosy in palaces.
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