A hundred magnificent giants
Awaited their turn to refuse,
Like a ray of light spurning darkness
Stepped forward a solemn promise,
That's when a Titanic thought to have sunk
Surfaced with its anchor deeply grounded,
As though eternally secured
With an inseparable powerful lock
The immense vessel hovered and floated.
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