“Nargentum” I do but yield,
The words are broken and tightly sealed.
Trade the shining, star in space.
For love of gold to gently take.
And spoons, and knives do feed the mind,
With effort of no other kind.
Drop into my hand with glee,
As peace finds reciprocity.
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