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Chipped away from a deep vein.
Blasted from beneath the earth.
Panned in many rivers.
The golden particles of all the worlds are called forth.
Mined, gathered, collected, sifted, scattered and sifted again.
All the particles of the gold come together.
The fire burns hot.
The tests and turns are many.
The dross is discarded.
Much of the refinement goes slow.
Now the mold is ready.
Now the molten gold will be poured.
Only now will its shape be given, its purpose known.
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