In dulcet slumber, the amaranth
fondly dreamed of amber blessedness
dripping like honey from golden billows
that lazed across the skies of June.
Sonorous breezes pervaded her blossoms
and sweetened her nectar with an aria-wine.
But while intoxicated with such melodious delights,
she was abruptly awakened by omens of rain.
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