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The azure water-lily see, amidst the waters blue,
Now like a burnished gleaming sword, now tinged with sapphire hue;
Color like heaven, and like the heaven, as radiantly bright,
But cup all yellow, as is the moon a fortnight old in light;
Yet like a sallow pious monk during a full year's fast
Wearing from head to foot blue robes, with merit pure amassed.
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