The third ingredient: Earth from the volcano of life.

In the middle of the Caspian Sea,

Lies a volcano standing free,

Sitting high above its bay,

Watching as the eagles play.

Mighty volcano, give us earth,

Boiling magma which you birth.

It sees the sky high up above,

And boils the earth, a mighty stove.

But then one day, the lava dried,

What happened? This fine volcano died.

Former magma turned to stone,

Only earth now fills this cone.

Why then call it the volcano of life?

When it stands there held by the hand of death’s knife?

We call it that name because we hope it will wake,

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