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The Corinthian of Greece and acanthus leaves- The temple of Athens where the golden bell rings. Its a tumble of tune a song for the yore- The musical swells, as symphony soar. The bride of Apollo does walk down the aisle, in virgin white lace- by power of means she maneuvers with grace. And Apollo himself wrote a passaged vow to wealthiest wealth of love that forever bows. Without her, he says, the nights have no moon, the stars will fall out of place, niether courtesy of colors in midst noon nor there is such a beautiful face. Apollo's Bride, Cassandra, blushed with fury lust- And by the ring she took his hand, her lover Apollo took it by grand. And together forever they treasured their land Under Greece's dome by the Corinithia of Acanthus leaves- .. The bells continulsy sing Golden bells' ring of what rumbles and bring The definition of lovely things.