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the ceyba and the yaguey.

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Curdled within its veins and stopt;
While over it the Yaguey dropt
Its mocking wreaths of gaudy hue,
Flaunting triumphant in the blue,
Sweet breath of heaven, and all was done;
And so of a thousand as of one.