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There was a tree so yellow
against a sky so blue
you could not call a fellow
to match those two.

Another was so coral
in such an emerald mass
that almost any examiner
would have to let it pass.

But when Sir Sanquhar Bolover
(or any name you please)
the trees of every colour
sank reverently upon their knees.
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