Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
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In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides,
Or else where Cam his winding vales divides?
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RGB: 54 63 72
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RGB: 242 110 33
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RGB: 255 214 2
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RGB: 45 131 158
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RGB: 101 204 169
Speak to us so; keep your fields free
Of the smell of petrol, the loud roar
Of hot tractors; we must have peace
And quietness.
