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You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.