With your bronzed skin rough as the wind,
Brown as the sun with shortened limbs
Held high, who else might abandon folly
When you alone in sin's revelry cannon
Rescind the actions of the blazing sun,
Nor to abort the drying wind, as its
Companion clouds cavort and clamor
Across an ambling, azure sky?
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