{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/1616/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/2/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/3/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.439000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.439000Z","description":"Marcello Vitali-Rosati"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.440000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.440000Z"},"unique_id":99991736,"created_at":"2020-06-15T08:39:50Z","updated_at":"2020-06-15T08:39:50Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Rappelle-toi donc, rappelle-toi, quand je te disais les paroles sacrées:\nl'âge le plus beau, l'âge le plus léger,\nl'âge que ne dépasse même pas l'oiseau le plus rapide dans l'air.\nMaintenant regarde, toutes tes fleurs tombent par terre.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.32/?format=json"]}