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Art thou the top-most apple / The gatherers could not reach, / Reddening on the bough? / Shall not I take thee?
Art thou a hyacinth blossom / The shepherds upon the hills / Have trodden into the ground? / Shall not I lift thee?
Free is the young god Eros, / Paying no tribute to power, / Seeing no evil in beauty, / Full of compassion.
Once having found the beloved, / However sorry or woeful, / However scornful of loving, / Little it matters.