She wept red gold, or hair
Over saxony her pipes
Blare, eardrums flare.
All men (her lair laid bare
Scampered, hares
Hurried too aware.
Harried her heir
Smelt iron: rust cares.
Under prodigious spiral stares,
She swept rare
Fields free of mares,
Hay-gold his wares.
(Hydrogen trains, Saxony)
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