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  1. One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.
  2. O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.
  3. The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

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