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[They are all I have for you]
They are all I have for you;
Christmas roses, just a few:
Fair and spotless, I can find
Nothing liker to thy mind
'Mid all the flowers of richer kind.
Christmas roses, just a few:
Fair and spotless, I can find
Nothing liker to thy mind
'Mid all the flowers of richer kind.
My heart is tired, and words are weak:
Have flowers a language? These shall speak.
Take my roses; thou wilt find
Low music answering in my mind
To their voice breathed upon the wind.
Have flowers a language? These shall speak.
Take my roses; thou wilt find
Low music answering in my mind
To their voice breathed upon the wind.
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