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 ��38. AN ENCOUNTER IN THE FIELD

Came an amorous rider,

Trampling the fallen flowers of the road.

The dangling end of his crop

Brushes a passing carriage of five-colored clouds.

The jeweled curtain is raised,

A beautiful woman smiles within —

"That is my house," she whispers,

Pointing to a pink house beyond.

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