Nabucco's dream

I had a dream 'bout someone being an idol,
A head of  pure gold above the chest and  arms reflecting silver ray
With belly and  tights of bronze-so proud- and legs of iron
Strong feet of ferrous metal but partly spoiled with clay.

And then one day a stone  hit all of a sudden the weakest part,
you see, the gold, the silver, the bronze, the iron, and the dust
just crumbled down as one, the idol was impossible to last
because when  thought is pure, it's altered by the heart,
'though will is even stronger, the means diminish fast.

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