The veil, a riot's architect, could you now unveil?
Your beauty's own shield, could you now avail?
Your lowered gaze, your fate's loyal guard,
The sharpness within, could you now unbard?
Your brow's jewel, fortune's star, alight,
A wakeful song, could you ignite?
This scarf, a beauty, a gentle art,
From its folds, a banner, could you impart?
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