What fain hope, flows
Down the tubular veins
Issuing long inroads
To the minstrel, playing
Sweet music
to the taste of blood
What majestic thread, floss
Through the needle
Weaving golden bulb
to the creeping stolon
An embroidery of unique kind
knitting my golden heart
What metallic flavor, slurp
the might of hunger
All Hercules shy away
pinion to its strength
An iron will
that turns dusk to dawn
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