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The Flowers

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Day after day,     At spring's return,     I watch my flowers, how they burn     Their lives away.     The candle crocus     And daffodil gold     Drink fire of the sunshine--     Quickly cold.     And the proud tulip--     How red he glows!--     Is quenched ere summer     Can kindle the rose.     Purple as the innermost     Core of a sinking flame,     Deep in the leaves the violets smoulder     To the dust whence they came.     Day after day     At spring's return,     I watch my flowers, how they burn     Their lives away,     Day after day ...

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