| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - He next guesses that the grass itself is a child, the produced babe of the vegetation, and now he exclaims, in the next breath, it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves, and hence he feels like caressing it, and breaks out in the following address to the curling grass:It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men;It may be that if I had known them I would have loved them;It
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