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 {|align=center Where the flower was before it grew, Where bird and flower were one and the same.
 * Where the bird was before it flew,

And thus it is I know so well Why the flower has odor, the bird has song. You have only to ask me, and I can tell. No, not vainly there did I dwell, Nor vainly listen all the night long.
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