Corona tion

Look at dis woman, ya'll. 
Let us look. 
She cover oh ye of stars. She wrap de sky in her bosom. Oh, she smell of grace. 

Fresh soil under she nails. She mixed with silt from de mighty pyramids. 
De light of Sirius over she head. 
Let us crown her. 

Kneel down. 
Dis woman, ancient. 
Old and new again.

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