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 A young maiden crooned to a youth close by, "When you wander by a lovely rose, "Do you stoop and pluck it where it grows, "And leave it forlorn and withered to die?"

The youth replied with a smile, "No, not I, "Whene'er I pass a rose in bloom, "I simply drink in its sweet perfume, “And go, that I may return bye and bye."