239 Thou art born as a snowflake, and thou art lovers only winter, and I know that the rain will come in vain in the spring when the colours are full of flowers and swamps, and in the autumn when the forests are dyed and the grains are abundant, and thou art come when the earth is bare and grey, and thou hast nothing to gain, because thou hast not loved vanity, and thou hast an unblemished whiteness.

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