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Young flowers, fair, quickly fading flowers,
Love's sweetest emblems they,
For naught in life so fitly marks
Its swift and sure decay;
O type of that frail, passing faith
So fondly set apart
To wither in its early dew,
And die upon my heart!
Love's sweetest emblems they,
For naught in life so fitly marks
Its swift and sure decay;
O type of that frail, passing faith
So fondly set apart
To wither in its early dew,
And die upon my heart!
