Time
Golden age of mystery,
Creating great misery.
Repeated history,
Down to duplicity.
A golden gate of bronze,
Cherish a golden swan,
Into the middle of dawn,
To chance on.
The stars stride for tough-ness,
To show great justice,
Upon a two-sided Themis,
Bestowed by Emmis.
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