| 1 | It unfolds into the numberless flowers of spring. It waves in the branches of trees and the green blades of grass. | |
| 2 | Suppousing I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother? |
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