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The bouquet with the touch
Of the song that a lark
Sings by the brook
The brook flows by
The valleys and the hills
The kissing sun light
On bosom of the earth
The spreading sun light
On the air and sky
And specially touched with life
A bouquet
Is spreading her beauty
Through the choicest roses
That are in the bouquet
Which now adorns my room.
~Rimi