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DROPPED PRIMROSES
THEY grew in the grassy byway,
With the hazel wands o'erhead;
They lie in the dusty highway,
Dying, or dead.
With the hazel wands o'erhead;
They lie in the dusty highway,
Dying, or dead.
O flowers, too soon forsaken!
O tender hearts grief-torn!
By a light love idly taken,
And left forlorn!
O tender hearts grief-torn!
By a light love idly taken,
And left forlorn!
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