What fun civilization is in its infancy! How bright and fresh the world looks at the dawn of consciousness! Listen:
“Your basket, with your pretty basket,/ Your trowel, with your little trowel,/ Maiden, picking herbs on this hillside,/ I would ask you: Where is your home?/ Will you not tell me your name?”
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