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Leisurely elephants wind through the winding lanes.
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.

Round the high Char Minar sounds of gay cavalcades
Blend with the music of cymbals and serenades.

Over the city bridge Night comes majestical.
Borne like a queen to a sumptuous festival.