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CHANT FOR THE MOON-OF-FLOWERS
  But for my woman, Yellow-Wing,
     For she is good.

Ho! Mystery, I fling upon the fire
My handful of willow bark to make you glad;
Open your hands and toss me many presents
Showering on the earth like falling leaves.