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'Neath a woodstack alone,
Amid many a thorn,
A violet fair in the spring was born;
It smiled on its home so cozy and sweet,
And dreamt all the day in its cool retreat,
And dreamt all the day in its cool retreat.
Its soft voice it would raise,
And full sweet was its lay,
It sang of the sun and its golden ray;
It sang of the flowers that near to it grew,
And played with the drops of crystal dew,
And played with the drops of crystal dew.
But night at last came with winds sharp and bleak;
More shelter the violet fain would seek;
With pain it bowed down its delicate head,
And lo! In the morning 'twas faded and dead,
'Twas faded and dead! 'Twas faded and dead!
And lo! In the morning 'twas faded and dead!
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