Come there, then here, to reflect on the beauty of mines
And quarries that dazzle the major men and women.
An old gold is stained here, like the blood of a scene,
Or the strangling mood of a crowd of delinquents.
This day, we travel to and fro like the sea crests towards
Human goals needing the suffering of several hearts and heads.
Letters of silver are like necklaces stained with diamonds of ores,
Inside the awesome nature we strive like jewels of pertinent wealth.
Inscribed by judiciaries, the golden calligraphy is extravagant to kings
Who blame you for their troubles of gossip and chatter in the uniqueness.
An old puzzle condemns men who commonly swear to obey the laws,
Of this nation we trust, of this kingdom we discuss and design the floor.
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