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[V. The wind that waves the blossoms]
The wind that waves the blossomsSang, sang, sang from age to age.
The flowers were made curious by this joy.
“Oh, wind,” they said, “why sing you at your labour,
While we, pink beneficiaries, sing not,
But idle, idle, idle from age to age?”
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