And goes along with her
To the house of Zenith
And slander every one
With content of heart
Before they come back
To see in surprise that
The height has gone
The base is shifted
And ice melted away
By the heat of the sun
Seeing upon this, pride
Climbs down through
The Quick sand and the Tip
In despair becomes Nadir
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