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Brilliant are the flowers, |
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On those level heights and the low grounds. |
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Complete and alert is the messenger, with his suite, |
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Ever anxious lest he should not succeed. |
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My horses are young; |
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The six reins look as if they were moistened. |
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I gallop them, and urge them on, |
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Everywhere pushing my inquiries. |
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My horses are piebald; |
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The six reins are like silk. |
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I gallop them, and urge them on, |
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Everywhere seeking information and counsel. |
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My horses are white and black-maned; |
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The six reins look glossy. |
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I gallop them, and urge them on, |
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Everywhere seeking information and advice. |
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My horses are grey; |
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The six reins are well in hand. |
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I gallop them, and urge them on, |
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Everywhere seeking information and suggestions. |