I am Apollo of Tamossos' head
Long known to myself alone
Plowmen pulled me from the riverbed
Hacked me from my fabulous body
And to the coppersmith sold
It, for three mere coins of Cyprian gold.
Now I know zip of trade
But, verily, it seems to me
They could have gotten four.
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