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WITH FLOWERS
I know not how in any wise,
Dearest, my aching love to show;
If flowers have voices these will speak,
These flowers I gave you
Long ago.
Dearest, my aching love to show;
If flowers have voices these will speak,
These flowers I gave you
Long ago.
And they will whisper, ‘Day and Night
He sheddeth tears of joy to know
He has not lost, not lost, not lost
The love you gave him
Long ago.’
He sheddeth tears of joy to know
He has not lost, not lost, not lost
The love you gave him
Long ago.’
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