Prelude to Summit in the Golden City

In the golden city, whispers of the sea, Heralds sweep the streets where leaders tread. Grace in every corner, as eyes foresee, A world-stage polished, where the wise will head. Beneath the watch of towers, red and grand, Nature bows to nurture's earnest plea, Each alley glows, in splendor's soft demand, For peace's footsteps yearn for grounds debris-free.

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