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160 flower, a broken gem Are emblems mine: The flower hath lost its loveliness With its sun-shine; The ruby stone no more is set On lady's brow, Its beauty of unsullied light Is wanting now. Like me, no thought of former worth From doom will save; They will be flung to earth and air, I to the grave.

lorn one with her song has pass'd, ‘T was meet such song should be the last.