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i saw a blaze of scarlet flowers, 
The proud poinsettias, vivid red, 
Or tulips flaming in the sun, 
Or poppies to the morning spread. 
With rows of stately lilies white 
As snows upon a mountain crag. 
And I saluted as I gazed, 
For I was looking at our flag. 
— Minna Irz'ini' 
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