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She is so dear the wildflowers near / Each path she passes by, / Are over fain to kiss again / Her feet and then to die.
She is so fair the wild birds there / That sing upon the bough, / Have learned the staff of her sweet laugh, / And sing no other now.
Alas! that she should never see, / Should never care to know, / The wildflower's love, the bird's above, / And his, who loves her so!