Gold

<p>The weight of the gold<br /> Feels heavy in my hands<br /> And heavier still in my heart<br /> But it is light as a feather<br /> Within my own mind<br /> In the mountains of thought<br /> In the land of my dreams.<br /> <br /> The feel of the gold<br /> It chills my body<br /> And my mortality<br /> But the fire it creates<br /> Burns up my soul<br /> And leaves the ashes<br /> To blow away in the wind<br /> <br /> The uncertainty o the thing<br /> Makes me almost distrust<br /> It's shimmering greatness<br /> But I do not turn away<br /> Or cease my loyalty<br /> For what can resist<br /> The light of the gods?</p>
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