A thousand thousand people know my name. Ten thousand thousand use it every day. A million children sing it in the streets. A hundred widows weep my life away. The banker's moistened thumbs caress my face. The clouds arrange themselves into my shape. The rivers babble of my deeds and dreams. The monkey chatters of me in his cage. The locomotive sighs for my lost loves. Gods says: beside this man, I am mere stone and wood. All arrows aim to pierce my heart's desire. My armies march in flames. I am their fire.
 
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