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"Bear thy Mark, in Heights forlorn.
Mid-air skyward, unwinged airborne.
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Orbit the Arcs,
afore our Vessel embarks.
Enring and adorn,
thru the Credos we've sworn.
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Those Gardeners once were Knightresses,
grasping Globes to shape Likenesses.
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These Days this Sight of Timelessness,
is gazed upon by silent Highnesses,
wonderstruck in the Alley of the Cypresses."
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