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Merge and mingle pretty flowers
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from your mountains far away -
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You have brought the blue of sum-
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mer and the golden of a day.
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You have brought the scarlet sunset
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and the white eternal snow;
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You have brought the purple night
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time and the fresh pink morning glow.
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You have brought the orange fireball
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from above the noon-day skies
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And mixed them all in blossoms
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before my wondering eyes.
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- ESTHER AVERY
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