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In the Carolinas
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.
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?
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?
The pine-tree sweetens my body.
The white iris beautifies me.
The white iris beautifies me.
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