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TheillimitableeagernessofhueBronzed，andthebeamywingedbloomthatflew’Midthosebunchedfruitsandthrongingfiguresfailed。
Agreen-edgedlakeofsaffrontouchedtheblue，Withislesoffirelesspurplelyingthrough：
AndFancyonthatlaketoseeklosttreasuressailed。
Notlongthesilencefollowed：