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I: So you would leave me, little Rose? / Dear child, with all your mother's ways; / That look she had in girlish days, / The look that with your beauty grows.
II: Oft when you bring her to my mind, / Before my heart has time for pain, / In you she seems to live again, / As though no sorrow were behind.