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1 T-III|      meadows bloom with many flowers,~and the song-birds welcome
2  T-IV|    You’d sooner count spring flowers, summer wheat,~autumn fruit,
3  T-IV| clapping, all along the way,~flowers falling everywhere to cover
4   T-V|       As shells the sand, as flowers a rich rose-garden,~as the
5 ExIII| Spring wreathed in crowns~of flowers, nor see the naked bodies
6 ExIII|      by.~No wonder, with the flowers picked, the garden bare,~
7  IBIS| there could never be as many flowers in Sicilian Hybla,~or yellow
8   Ind| saffron, derived from crocus flowers.~ ~Cimbri~The Teutonic horde
9   Ind|      leaves and small yellow flowers grouped into long loose