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[[Drawing of pink roses, and green leaves, roses are drooping]]

Thou pretty nosegay-oh! how sweet;
Art thou in various hues.
With flagrant odours all replete
All wet with silvery dews.

But prettier, sweeter, lovelier far,
Is she the blushing donor,
Shining like some bright evening star,
At the shrine of love and honour.

Alas you soon must fade away
Your fragrance all depart,
But she shall last while you display,
A [[Underlined]] bleeding broken [[Underlined]]heart.