From Maurus' shore, a tide arose,
not of ocean, but of faith,
and shadowed Iberia's sun-kissed coast.
Moor, a word that held a continent,
a tapestry of Berber, Arab,
threaded with the blackness of the south.
They came with astrolabes and scrolls,
with sciences that bloomed in desert heat,
and gardens that remembered paradise.
Cordoba, a beacon in the darkened age,
where knowledge flowed like...
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