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Turbulent at the entrance,
Arrayed along the ambulances
The turmoil figure in me
Drains curiosity below the tummy
A sudden flash of the lightning lash
My expected as though to unleash
Within, climbing up
Nothing to cause a stop
Keener the beauty
To darkness a pity
Above, the hairs of palms
Giving to me balm
The palace of palaces ahead
Colours of royalty in all stead
The atmosphere nourishing
As wealth flourishing.
Now home at the call
Along with the all
My joy soon diminish
The entrance de novo to finish
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