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The Winelands Under hot Constantia broad the vineyards lie – Throned and thorned the aching berg props the speckless sky – Slow below the Wynberg firs trails the tilted wain – Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again! The Flower by Rudyard Kipling

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