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they will remember today
J in-born
I ll-born
N ot yet naught, yet not yet
G old-born. Sun-clad gentry fetch you
U nborn, green with promise
A s up those steps you climb to finish
N ight-time tales your mother fashioned
(G reen as copper, well-loved, tarnished.) Now almost-gold
Y ou wait there. Blemished. Watch - he turns, his blind throne burnished -
A nd
O rders you gone.