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The One who could repeat the Summer day
The One who could repeat the Summer day
Were greater than itself though He
Minutest of Mankind should be
And He could reproduce the Sun
At period of going down
The Lingering and the Stain I mean
When Orient have been outgrown
And Occident become Unknown
His Name remain
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