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��38. AN ENCOUNTER IN THE FIELD
Came an amorous rider,
Trampling the fallen flowers of the road.
The dangling end of his crop
Brushes a passing carriage of five-colored clouds.
The jeweled curtain is raised,
A beautiful woman smiles within —
"That is my house," she whispers,
Pointing to a pink house beyond.
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