White: K x e1
What ho, gentlemen!
I spy her there ahead!
Standing fierce in glory dark,
in stature tall and dread!
Her beauty is not lost on us,
for we are learned men
and what is brought unto the ground
shall never rise again.
So let's give pause, we agents of ruin,
Before we strike the flame
And bring to naught what builder wrought,
And on our heads the shame.
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