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Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, / Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone / Upon the Arno, as St. Michael's own / Was planted on the dragon. Fold by fold / Beneath me as it struggles. I behold / Its glistening scales. Twice hath it overthrown / My kindred and companions. Me alone / It moveth not, but is by me controlled, / I can remember when the Medici / Were driven from Florence; longer still ago / The final wars of Ghibelline and Guelf. / Florence adorns me with her jewelry; / And when I think that Michael Angelo / Hath leaned on me, I glory in myself.