Chandelier

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Built from crystal, brass and gold,
This seven ton marvel a sight to behold,

Hung from a ceiling oh so high,
Many people passed it by,

In this palace of music and song,
This beacon shone bright on and on,

Till one fateful night,
Came the end of this splendid light,

From high within her domed hall,
This massive light began her fall,

She landed with a mighty crash,
The Congrine wiped out with a smash,

And now, this shattered chandelier,
Is looked upon not in awe, but in fear.

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