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Beside the mosque, a tower climbs,
Marking hours with ancient chimes.
Through wars and kings it still has stayed,
By hands of Tirana’s craftsmen made.

 

Its face once shone from far and near,
Guiding the people year by year.
A gift of traders, stone and pride,
To keep the city’s heart in stride.

 

By the wall where shadows fall,
A hidden note awaits your call.
Time remembers, but you must seek,
The clue is yours, the code will speak.

 

Python whispers in letters and signs,

A puzzle to solve with loops and lines.

The key is hidden when print, waiting to be cracked, Solve it well to stay on track.

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