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  • Once in the dream of a night I stood
    Lone in the light of a magical wood,
    Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
    And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
    And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
    And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
    In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

    Sarojini Naidu (2017). “The Golden Threshold”, p.16, Library of Alexandria
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