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'' My heart leaps up,   when I behold,  A rainbow in the sky '' Said a poet long, long ago. The verse ...

                I am the vote,                The passport you need,                 To enter the corridors of power,   ...

            It is not a poem,        If it isn't born in the heart,       And flows down like a river,      To bless everyone ...

                                                                                                                                     ...

        It is that time of the year,        When the Sun comes rather late,         But, seems in a hurry to depart,        ...

      There is something really appalling,         About winter afternoons,      That hurts and scares intensely,     ...

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