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10 (Nor for you, for one,
alone;
Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring:
For fresh as the morning — thus would I chant a song for you, O sane and sacred death.
11 All over bouquets of roses,
O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies;
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes:
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
For you and the coffins all of you, O death.)
Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring:
For fresh as the morning — thus would I chant a song for you, O sane and sacred death.
11 All over bouquets of roses,
O death! I cover you over with roses and early lilies;
But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
Copious, I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes:
With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
For you and the coffins all of you, O death.)
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