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THE BROKEN FLOW ER 
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Ou! wear it on thy hear ume love! 
Stull, still a little w ‘hl 
Sweetness is lingering in its eves! 
eaoue’ faded be their smile. 
|| Yet, for the sake of what hath been, || 
Oh! cast it not away! 
‘T'was born to grace a summer scene, || 
A long, bright, golden day, 
| My love, [| 
ip A long, brig 
|| A little while around thee, love! 
|| Its fragrance yet shall cl 



A fair, though faded ile 
But not even that warm heart hath power | 
To win it back from fate:— | 
|| Oh! I am like thy broken flower, | 
d toc late, too late, | 
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Cherisl 
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