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TO THE SAME FLOWER.

Pleasures newly found are sweetWhen they lie about our feet:February last my heartFirst at sight of thee was glad;All unheard of as thou art,Thou must needs, I think, have had,Celandine! and long ago,Praise of which I nothing know.
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