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The third threshing floor had received its harvests to be winnowed, and the third vintage had gone into the hollow vat. Anna is driven from home, and weeping, leaves her sister's walls; before that, she gives due rite to her sister. The soft ashes drink the perfumes mixed with tears, and receive the hair cut as an offering from her head. Three times she said "Farewell"; three times she took the ashes and pressed them to her lips, and her sister seemed to be there in them.

This is from a recent, published (!) translation of Ovid's Fasti. It preserves Latin grammar perfectly, so it is useful if you are a cheating undergraduate.