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II.
If you see a flower to-day,
And the scent of it is sweet,
You will know what it is—
No flower, but a kiss,
For I blow one your way,
And it grows at your feet.
And the scent of it is sweet,
You will know what it is—
No flower, but a kiss,
For I blow one your way,
And it grows at your feet.
If you hear a bird to-day,
And its melody is dear,
You will hearken to it long—
No bird, but a song,
For I wing one your way,
And it sings in your ear.
And its melody is dear,
You will hearken to it long—
No bird, but a song,
For I wing one your way,
And it sings in your ear.
If you have my song to-day,
And you feel its gentle art,
And if you have my kiss,
And know how pure it is—
Be careful of them, pray,
For they are my soul, and heart.
And you feel its gentle art,
And if you have my kiss,
And know how pure it is—
Be careful of them, pray,
For they are my soul, and heart.
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