The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers or baskets of desires Heaven knows what they are between cerulean shapes laid regularly round Mat roses and tridentate leaves of gold threes, threes and threes Three roses and three stems the basket floating standing in the horns of blue Repeating to the ceiling to the windows where the day Blows in the scalloped curtains to the sound of rainSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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