The Melbourne Cup I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders On incarnate speed. My thought can scarcely Follow where they lead. Delicate, strong, long Lines of colour flow, And all the people Tremble as they go. |
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