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Hoards of tourists
Invade the past
Relics
Remembered
Reshaped
Rehashed
Restored
Resound
Where ghosts abound
And trash is discarded
All around
As the present is lost
The future is found
With expectation
Of new kings crowned
If you don't find this funny
Then stand your ground
Or buy your ticket
Beforehand

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