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Paled granite blocks are tightly fit in place, Forming the epic tower reaching high— With spires, light spires: gilded spires of pure grace.
Awed beauty, passion long divest till nigh, Relinquished from the cold archaic grasp— Forming the epic tower reaching high.
Corner stone bound with the eternal clasp, Immortal rock, stone withered not, but here— Relinquished from the cold archaic grasp.
For from afar, even then it is clear, A monument, of enormous proportion— Immortal rock, stone withered not, but here.
A knife like cut, without formed distortion, Now splitting the skyline into two parts— A monument, of enormous proportion.
For our hearts pound, at the sight of its arts; Paled granite blocks are tightly fit in place— Now splitting the skyline into two parts, With spires, light spires: gilded spires of pure grace—
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