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An ode in code

Sounds from the ether
Drifting to earth
A guttural growl
A bass note that shivers.

Swim in the depths of its windows
Delight in the flash of pearls
Sweet planes of its face
Peak through its golden forest.

Its slightness made big
By its dance across the stage
The long reach of its hands
Dream of melodies in its sleep.
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