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Spire

The pariah’s on fire
And won’t you admire
The airship goes higher
In etherial mire
The luminous sire
Draws everyones ire
To capture the wire
For strings of his lyre
To play for the spire
The bastardized squire
The questions inquire
Will he never tire?
Emotions inspire
Till we all expire

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