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110 Still here the Fate of lovely Forms we see, So sudden fades the sweet Anemoniè. The feeble Stems, to stormy Blasts a Prey, Their sickly Beauties droop, and pine away. The Winds forbid the Flow'rs to flourish long, Which owe to Winds their Names in Grecian Song.



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