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To wave as to billow
Across water, fire and land
Whirl in one's hand
With caresses sweet
Like a dancer smooth
Whirling and curving
To feed one's blood to whoosh
Like a spring of butterflies
Rising with the glory
And joy of gold from the horizon
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