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XXXIII. Flower of my Heart.
Thou flower of my heart,
I have set thee where no sun sears
In the innermost part:
I have watered thee with my tears.
My own thou art;
Blossom for many years.
I have set thee where no sun sears
In the innermost part:
I have watered thee with my tears.
My own thou art;
Blossom for many years.
Thou gem of my breast,
I have casketed thee in a shrine
Choicest and best,
I have bought thee with blood, thou art mine.
Take thine ease, be at rest,
Thou hast nought now to do but to shine.
I have casketed thee in a shrine
Choicest and best,
I have bought thee with blood, thou art mine.
Take thine ease, be at rest,
Thou hast nought now to do but to shine.
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