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The lilacs wither in the Carolinas. / Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins. / Already the new-born children interpret love / In the voices of mothers.
Timeless mother, / How is it that your aspic nipples / For once vent honey?
_The pine-tree sweetens my body. / The white iris beautifies me._