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I dreamed I found a sunlit room / Filled with a delicate perfume, / Where, moaning their sweet lives away, / A thousand lovely flowers lay.
They drooped, so pale, and wan, and weak, / With hardly strength enough to speak, / With stems so crushed and leaves so torn / It was too dreadful to be borne!
And one white lily raised her head / From off her snowy flower bed.
And sighed, "Please tell the children, oh!
They should not treat the flowers so!
They plucked us when we were so gay, / And then they threw us all away / To wither in the sun all day!
We all must fade, but we'll forgive / If they'll let other flowers live! "