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VI
Pluck this littlefiower and take it, delay not! I fear
lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch
of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I
am aware, and the time of fiering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use
this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
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