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What do you cry, O ye fruitmen? Citron, pomegranate, and plum. What do you play, O musicians? Cithār, sarangī, and drum. What do you chant, O magicians? Spells for the æons to come.

What do you weave, O ye flower-girls With tassels of azure and red?

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