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The flute lifts me up and over the growing warmth in the air

As I break into a dozen dozen’s little garnet blossoms

And I sway in the wind not releasing just one pinch of pollen

But as many teaspoons of joy as are needed to vibrate the honey

In the recipe that calls for bountiful sweetness and elder syrup

And where the crisp fresh air meets me I sing a song of violins

So shine over me you crazy diamond-shaped florets that in all

The colours you bring brightly embroider all the shady spots

And garland the world that would grow you with bliss

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