Through the complex climax hole in disarray
Inferring a meditation cobbled by inundation
Towards the depth containing binded pages,
Debiting issues from outer world time place
With the substances inured by the light specific,
Not from the creeping cold of wintry haze
Rendering the platted gold colder more,
Miners in dark pit extracting the precious persuasive
With precision of souls labouring for eternal.
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