Listen, do you hear,
an exhalation,
the sigh of accumulation,
the endurance of effort,
the moving of stone,
and the death of the Prince?
I will build you a palace,
blue, red and gold
with mirrors of water
to see heaven, to dream,
to see through dream.
I will carve for many years
to reveal the name that
is already there.
I will carve out every fear,
we will walk through
each portico laughing
in the blue night air.
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