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A sprite entered the flower grove; | |||
What on earth for, no one knows! | |||
Having doled out nectar to the bosom of a blossom, | |||
Inside both ears, privately he whispered. | |||
got | |||
Floral dust, having wafted, having drifted, | |||
It got scattered on the remote firmament. | |||
the | The world atomic, it got blended | ||
With the vast pulse macrocosmic. | |||
Petals of assorted colors, | |||
Light's lantern let them be kindled. | |||
In the mortal realm the sun arrived | |||
With the [[:wikipedia:Divine_Comedy#Paradiso|ninth paradise]]. | |||
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