My favourite height gains splendour;
Onto the tower we climb, for our splendour.
This is the love of my time,
Your guardian felt stubborn on this day;
You must fly out onto other roofs,
Living in the air forming like a balloon
For art is the exact practice of an achiever.
My significant tower looms high over the populace
Like designers and collectors of art also subjugate.
My splendour is unmatched, noone can touch my perfection.
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