At the beginning my stones reflected
The town in the middle of heaven;
Half an acre was blessed by bravery,
One other half reflected the pillars of duty.
The natural imagination stemmed from countries,
A convulsive heart gained much to reduce.
The grass greenly admired the sky of heaven,
The sea of a world it contained.
The rivers of milk and honey seemed splendid,
As the initial speciality reduced
To form crystals unshakeable,
Towards the horizon so dazzling and boastful.
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