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  • Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
    The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
    And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
    The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
    Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
    The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
    I am the mother of all dear delights;
    I am the fairest daughter of the year.