The Color Red

Thracian and Berber,
Tocharian and Gaul,
What titian bears you all?

A fire that's borne
From Asia to Egypt,
And north above these crypts,

Buried in snow
or storms of sea,
And now to sit with me.

But just to prove
You be copper,
You must be much less proper!

The End

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