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Upon the crimson dust we tread, Where ancient Earth-born dreams have led, A forge of steel, a will of flame— We carve a world, and give it name. No marble gods, no Senate’s dome, Yet still we whisper, “This is Rome.” Not brick from ash, but domes from stone, A second empire, self-built throne. Red sky above, red soil below, With every beam and seed we sow, The past reborn through fire and scars— We build new Rome among the stars.