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WHAT do the roses do, mother, / Now that the summer's done? / They lie in the bed that is hung with red / And dream about the sun.
What do the lilies do, mother, / Now that there's no more June? / Each one lies down in her white nightgown / And dreams about the moon.
What can I dream of, mother, / With the moon and the sun away? / Of a rose unborn, of an untried thorn, / And a lily that lives a day!