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petals, ivory petals, Petals of carven jade, Charming with your ambrosial sweetness Forest and field and glade, Foredoomed in your hour of transient glory To shrivel and shrink and fade!

Tho' mango blossoms have long since vanished, And orange blossoms be shed, They live anew in the luscious harvests Of ripening yellow and red; But you, when your delicate bloom is over, Will reckon amongst the dead.

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