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As the sun is going down, only the scent of flowers remains in the air, like the smoke from the bonfire that reaches the first stars of the night. As the embers burn in the fire, the creatures of the evening dance to rhythm of the sinuous flames . Poem (C): Me “Queen Guinevere’s Maying” (C): John Maler Collier “Nymphs dancing to Pan’s flute” (C): Joseph Tomanek All the rights of…