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Somewhat black somewhat grey
Somewhat bluing silvery the fluorescence
On an oath by lighted hands
Long street rises for the day
Darkled white in blackish grey barks
Here once there once but not witchy
Flower-thieves pillow their bags bunchy
Flee away while milkman harks
Hymns and sings and rings to allay
The God in split-free spheres
Walks and jogs and runs in speedy spirits
Long street risen for the day
Puddled shades of sprinkled waters
Cheered kolams sheen and punchy
Wishes of good-morning up and stretchy
Life in long street on in summer-blotters
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