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The sun rays invade the hall Swathing the floor with warmth Artifacts of yesteryear look grand The stained glasses add to the aura Reminiscing the magnificence Resounding voices of commands So many at the beck and call Slightest whisper was authority Twilight descended on the dynasty Sun rays reminding the past All faces but remains in portraits Years ago, the tales that transpired Writ all over the walls and artifacts Glorious past lit up by morning rays
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Tale of Past
The sun rays invade the hall Swathing the floor with warmth Artifacts of yesteryear look grand The stained glasses add to the aura Reminiscing the magnificence Resounding voices of commands So many at the beck and call Slightest whisper was authority Twilight descended on the dynasty Sun rays reminding the past All faces but remains in portraits Years ago, the tales that transpired Writ all over the walls and artifacts Glorious past lit up by morning rays
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
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