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 And as I went the wall seemed built of flowers,

Long, golden cups of tulips, with firm stems,

Warm-smelling, for the black bees' drunken hours;

Striped roses for princesses' diadems;

And butterflies there were like living gems,

Scarlet and black, blue damaskt, mottled, white,

Colour alive and happy, living light.

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