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O, She will bring the buds in the spring
And laugh among the flowers.
In summer's heat, Her kisses are sweet
She sings in leafy bowers.
She cuts the cane and gathers the grain
As the fruits all fall around Her.
Her bones grown old in the wintry cold
She wraps Her cloak around Her.
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