The status's stationed on the stone,
Stealed from the people by the stone-workers,
Cut in a statue, stabbed from a bone
Of the round Earth, in feelings strong...
Stay... Stand near it! It steals the energy
From a common, steady life of the mere slaves...
Stability - that is the status melody
Before the emperor loses his strength...
On stadiums the stadholders stood quiet
With their staff, consisting of the soldiers.
On stage - they shined as sun
Before it staggers of the strikes all over,
Of the staled men on the lower stairs, the stalwarts...
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Some practice in "st-" :)