On pathways of gold to find a silver stain
quivering in presence, shaking in difference
must such slanderous objects take their presence in our path
how must we pull our weight in gold with the taint of silver lagging behind?

Behold the appearance of a platinum stone
the marvel of our eyes, the envy of our hearts
let me lay my sights upon your sweet magnificence
oh why must I be made of gold so trivial

How I wish to shine such as yourself, dear platinum
how I wish to climb to your spectacular heights
only for a moment in your shoes, the pride of the world
to be revered, to be admired by all who see me

And laugh they did, the statues of bronze
…and laugh they did

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