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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   Just a changing sea of colour
   Surging up and flowing down;
   And pagodas shining golden, night and noon;
   And a sun-burst-tinted throng
   Of young priests that move along
   Under sun-burst-hued umbrellas through the town.
      That’s Rangoon.

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