Tour Bus

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In the heart of the dawn, gleaming under the sun's ray,
Stands a bus, a wonder, a colossus of the new day.
A spectacle on wheels, like a castle grand,
Bound for tomorrow, across this bountiful land.

Stretching long and proud, a silver-spangled knight,
Lit by neon constellations, burning in the night.
Its mirrored windows reflect dreams yet to be,
Of adventures and sights the passengers will see.

Through landscapes of time, it traverses in style,
Carrying its guests over each arduous mile.
Inside, holographs flicker, tales of yore replayed,
In this mobile mansion, where memories are made.

On plush velvet seats, we recline and ride,
In this palace that moves, where the future abides.
Automatons attend, with a soft-spoken hush,
In this fantastical, futuristic tour bus.

Music woven with light, through speakers softly pour,
Tales from forgotten times, and songs of lore.
A sky full of stars above, on the ceiling displayed,
In this galactic chariot, where time seems to fade.

Oh, this majestic marvel, this splendorous beast,
From the wonders of the past, to the marvels yet released.
Through the fabric of time, in luxury and trust,
Ride we will, in this futuristic tour bus.