Iron grey sky,
broken by shield of bronze.
Arising from molten furnace,
shining gold’s conceit.
Dawn rises, sun sets,
fool’s gold glitters,
brightly,
glitters gold foolery.
Sets sun, rises dawn,
exults gold’s shining,
furnace molten from arising.
Bronze of shield by broken,
sky grey iron.
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Pan for gold then you know it's 24 kt.