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Winter departs; the forest is dressed again with shining leaves and white Flora leads the dances.
The North wind yields to the West. Now, Amaryllis, we can pasture our flocks in the secluded wood and gather the secret pleasures of Aphrodite.
Honour the goddess, deck her with new garlands and let a lamb soak her holy altars!
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