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It was in the middle of the spring, and the wheat in the fields had already been plucked, and the frogs in the canals were crooning with self-absorption, and the crickets and the couple of heads were whispering to each other, telling each other how much they loved each other, and the sweet smell of the wheat and the sweet scent of the wild flowers filled the night air, and as one walked along the