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leaves grow green on the banyan twigs, And red on the peepul tree, The honey-birds pipe to the budding figs, And honey-blooms call the bee.

Poppies squander their fragile gold In the silvery aloe-brake, Coral and ivory lilies unfold Their delicate lives on the lake.

Kingfishers ruffle the feathery sedge, And all the vivid air thrills With butterfly-wings in the wild-rose hedge, And the luminous blue of the hills.

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