"Summer time
Wine! Quench the lungs: because the other turns and under the heat everything burns in the sultriness; the cicadas sing among the leaves and spread a fervent song from under their wings, whatever we want to say to the rays that crush them falling perpendicularly. And the thistle is in bloom: women are more easily inclined to love now; but men are weak, because Sirius offends the head and the knees."
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