Imagine a goddess, with sunglasses,
To stand in space with the stars above;
The Empire State Building has a poster.
Each civilization is a flower,
In her crown of stars, and each dream,
Brings an amused smile to warm her cheeks.
Each sidewalk tile measured and laid in place,
Where she might step, plots of rose bushes,
Buildings, cars, playthings of her fingertips.
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