1 2 Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain-cradle in Pamere, A foil`d circuitous wanderer—till at last The long`d-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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