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    "text": "January: From me opens the door of the solar\r\nyear and the sun looks on the supreme magistrates\r\nof Italy.¹ February : I wet the land with thick\r\nsnowflakes, making it pregnant with the splendour\r\nof spring. March : Mars begins from me, and\r\nflowers and sweet milk, and on my twentieth day\r\nnight and day are equal. April : Let the gardener\r\nnow cut shoots and graft tame branches on wild\r\nstems. May : Now the sea is open ; equip the\r\nships ; it is time to sail them out of the untroubled\r\nharbours. June : I am half way between the rose and\r\nwhite lily, and I am heavy with branches of yellow\r\ncherries. July : The Sun crosses Cancer, and the hus-\r\nbandman with his sickle cuts the ripe ears. August :\r\nI separate the corn from the straw, and in Leo the\r\nfountains of the Naiads are at their purest. September:\r\nI am heavy with grapes and all kinds of fruit, and\r\nagain night and day become equal. October : Who\r\ncan be sweeter than me, who pour forth wine when\r\nI bring Bacchus from the vineyard to the press ?\r\nNovember : If thou hast Pallas' olive-trees it is time\r\nto press the fruit and remember thee of labour.\r\nDecember : I bid thee cease from ploughing the\r\nfallow land, for the frosts will injure the milky\r\nseeds.",
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