If ever I capture the stars of Orion,
I'll weave a creation of dazzling white,
and wear the remainder as jewels of grandeur
adorned in my hair as a crown of pure light.
The velvet of midnight I'll sew into slippers
with tassels of comets tied up in a bow.
I'll fashion a capelet of Milky Way novas
an opaque ensemble of delicate glow.
The belt of the huntsman, regaled for its beauty,
will lie 'round my neck as a circlet of gems.
Bejewled by heavenly bright constellations,
a conqueror crowned with a queen's diadem.
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