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Kuruntokai 17

When love is ripe beyond bearing
and goes to seed,
men will ride even palmyra stems
as if they were horses;

will wear on their heads
the reeking cones of the erukkam bud
as if they were flowers;

will drow to themselves
the laughter of the streets;

and will do worse.
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