| Stoneboat |
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| Behold |
| I was sitting in my palace |
| Meditating upon the being who created me |
| When the voice of my heart spoke |
| Telling me to make two golden obelisks for him |
| My spirit took fire |
| Thinking of what the men who would live to see these monuments would say |
| They would say |
| High, this mountain of gold |
| But my dream was beyond my power |
| My two obelisks were not of gold, but of single stone |
| Hard granite without a join |
| And the expedition to bring the stone to me |
| Took seven months |
