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SYMPATHY
The breeze is abroad with the daisies,
Like a playmate that never tires,
And they flutter in pale pulsations,
They are stirred as by dim desires.
Like a playmate that never tires,
And they flutter in pale pulsations,
They are stirred as by dim desires.
Do they dream of the poor wan children
In the slums of the stifling towns,
Who would love so to romp through their blossoms
And to wreathe them in holiday crowns?
In the slums of the stifling towns,
Who would love so to romp through their blossoms
And to wreathe them in holiday crowns?
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