Every single Adamite is a digger
Such a one carrying excavating tool:
Those who strike soft spots make burrows
He who strikes rock resorts to dynamites
Let the ground tremble and turn loose
Let every burrow get filled up
Every single Adamite is a digger
Such a one carrying a pointed tool-
You strike gold otherwise some gilt-
Personality's balancing point
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