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The birches are mad with green points / the wood's edge is burning with their green, / burning, seething -- No, no, no.
The birches are opening their leaves one / by one. Their delicate leaves unfold cold / and separate, one by one. Slender tassels / hang swaying from the delicate branch tips -- / Oh, I cannot say it. There is no word.