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In columns tall and arches wide,

A dancer hangs with ropes as guide.

The sun descends in hues of gold,

A story told both old and bold.

Her form suspended, poised in flight,

A fleeting moment, pure and bright.

The evening's calm, the air so clear,

A dance of time, a moment dear.

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