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VII.
WITH A FLOWER.
I hide myself within my flower,That wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too --And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness.
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