White city
Atop clambering peaks
Flirting banners
Atop ivory spires
Beacon of light
Like a searing flame
A lonely vigil
Amidst dark counsel
Lay of ancient origins
White tree of starlight
A song of elders
Borne by sons
Trembling harp
Like ocean waves
Soulful sound
Of the earth's lyre
Visions of grandeur
Feelings of elation
A mystique place
The land of my dreams
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