| Under the vault of heavens
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| I stood alone, waiting
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| The blaze of silver shining in my eyes
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| My hands of gleaming gold
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| The red of iron in my veins
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| The blue of steel in my bones
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| The sparkle of blackness of coal in my hair
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| My chest golden with waved
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| It is my heaven
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| It has my eyes
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| It is my space
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| It has my shape
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| I knew it was my masterwork
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| I felt the strength of gods
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| Revised the soaring heights
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| Let the heavens be aligned
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| I listened with care the place for the moon
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| Made sure of the tones
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| Painted through void the route for the sun
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| Made out the locus of stars
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| I pierced the distant dome
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| For the lights to seep through
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| I checked the curves of borders of all
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| And placed the highest star
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| It worked and sun and danced
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| It shone and gloved and gleaned
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| It circled, curved and blazed
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| It pulsed, burned and waned
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| It flowed from my bones
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| And bolted from my fingers
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| And settled on and over me And made me face my longing |