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 Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. It 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 ends before I am aware and the time of offering goes by. If though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint use this flower in thy service and pluck it while it is time.