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In the bower of begonia, | In the bower of begonia, rains have come, | ||
Dancing, dancing in the cane | Dancing, dancing in the cane field. | ||
And all the peacocks are prancing in rhythm. | And all the peacocks are prancing in rhythm. | ||
In | In vibrant melodies of resounding lyres, | ||
A world without meter discovers new life. | |||
And all the peacocks are prancing in rhythm. | And all the peacocks are prancing in rhythm. | ||
Fragrance of jasmine wafts in the wet air. | |||
The pollen of mind smiles | The pollen of mind smiles affectionately. | ||
Throbbing in blissful cadence, | |||
Dying trees spring to life. | Dying trees spring to life. | ||
And all the peacocks are prancing in rhythm. | And all the peacocks are prancing in rhythm. |