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In this same fount of effulgence, | |||
To make bathe, oh Who came? | |||
With a gold [[:wikipedia:Topor (headgear)|crown]] on Your pate, | |||
Onto a flower garden You applied paint. | |||
Having met, I think I know, I distinguish | |||
Him, the respected love-representative. | |||
To scatter motley mental states, | |||
Arrows You loosed from a rainbow. | |||
When there were no hues, no tints, | |||
This beauty, where had it been hid? | |||
where | And why indeed this Man of light– | ||
why this | Life You filled through color's flambeau. | ||
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