language-of-flowers
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I am but a flower,
Found in the light of the sun,
Swaying beneath your feet,
Growing in the ground on which you run.
I am but a moment,
Appearing in a season;
However this so,
Once, they exchanged roses;
red and yellow, red and white.
Behold the fair Ophelia
in the witch-hazel night
