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 Broken into the earth, the seed scattered. The bridegroom comes again at the third day. The sowers have come into the fields sowing.

Well, at the Grove there was a regular crowd And a band at the Casino, so they ate Up in the woods where you could hear the music And the dogs barking, and after lunch she lay Out in the open meadow. She could feel The sun through her dress— Don’t you want to dance? They’re all dancing—that wonderful tune— Are you listening? Aren’t you listening? The band Start—stuttered and Oh, won’t you? No— Just a little while. Just a little bit—