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107 Then know ye that Flower, so dear to me,

The flower that to-day should my offering be?

For though less than nothing my gift and line,

To thee they would both be dear, as mine.

That flow'ret aye hallows the loneliest spot,

And its name is my boon—"Forget-me-not."