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Olga, the Princess once had a vision:
Three beams of sunlight here merged into one.
It was a sign, and she made a decision:
Therell be a church on this spot from now on.
Up to the sky golden domes it will raise, and
Towers an walls will surround its shrines
People will sing their songs of appraisal,
and, like a swan, it will flow through the times.
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