Of stone of wood, it came n' stood
By metal by leaf, was born the thief
Eternal, was made brief
As hard a sweat, ill-bred n' wet
And easy hand, that grasped a land
Thus formed, water and sand
In worships n' hails, came king came heir
a token for sin, at loss or win
Minds went, to spin n' spin
Who made the fall? Not you, not I
The world turns, on a golden wry
Believe me not, it's a lie
The cause of all by lunacat
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