There exists a universal summit of great delight,
Called the planet "EL" beyond 20th century's sight.
There, beautiful cosmic extraterrestrials now dwell,
Between cassiopeia and the southern cross they tell.
High upon a vertical plane and suspended in flight,
An extremely bright and intensely white shining light.
Concealed and veiled in the beauty of interstellar night.
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