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In the light of the lamp creatures come and go, Passing from pen to page in its eerie glow. Far off places full of castles and kings, Places where the world is happy and sings. Sings it does of the wonders of old, 
The glassy sky shatters as it draws near, one can hear the rolling roars as it charges on its white stallion, what once was azure is now a black blur with veins of power pure,
At the corner it stands. Resolute. An unmoving, unfailing symbol of strength. It's seen much. It has seen a lost child wandering, the shadows of dangerous men, the rush of runaway lovers.
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