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The hymn of flowers.
A thousand flowers with golden chalices, blue petals, pink petals, violets barely blooming, Periwinkles that are born encor, By you the breeze is perfumed, By you the ground is consolated, And the fresh zephyr in its flight fucks You: O caress embalmed! In the morning the proud rays kiss You, pale wild roses, Flower, white hawthorn, Flower, almond roses!
Armand Gasquy
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