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| Lingering Delicately Alongside the Crag |
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| Sits a kingdom made for Mountain Kings |
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| and their Royal Gems of Light |
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| Lonely waiting for their Queens |
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| To return with the Foils of War |
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| And Serenade the Poor souls to Bed |
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A mountaineer dangling from a wee piton lodged within a crevasse holds many secrets.
Three buildings in the Alps-- architecture of the mountains needs not struggle for propriety. He stands alone; far from the world he gazes across the wondrous terrain. The obtuse buildings is unlike others--he is strong. He is detailed to last to be affirmed by the public. It is the end of the world and he knows it. The site is not for the weary nor the frightened. If architecture truly is designed for a people, this is proof.
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