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In marble halls, where shadows play,

A world reborn, its grand ballet.

The past revives, in gilded grace,

An ancient muse, a timeless face.

In the veil of neoclassic might,

Echoes rise through the endless night.

Forms divine in a fragile glow,

Eternal art that the ages know.

In the veil of neoclassic might,

Echoes rise through the endless night.

Forms divine in a fragile glow,

Eternal art that the ages know.

Columns rise like gods in stone,

A fleeting age, yet carved and known.

Beauty's reign through reason's fire,

A golden path for hearts' desire.

Reason whispers through the halls,

As time-bound empires crumble and fall.

Yet still the light of knowledge gleams,

Immortal truths in mortal dreams.

In marble halls, the shadows fade,

Yet echoes of the past pervade.

Through arches carved with ancient grace,

The past reflects its immortal face.

A legacy that defies the grave,

In art and stone, the brave remain.

Shadows linger, but light prevails,

The beauty of the past sets our sails.