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[On the many-tinted fruit]
On the many-tinted fruitBlend the streaks of gold and red,
Bright as rosy gleams that shine
In the far east overhead;
And the juice delicious meets,
Fresh and cool, the pressing lip,
Richer far than flowery sweets,
Where the wild bee loves to sip.
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