Ah! Sun-Flower Ah! Sun-Flower |
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Ah! Sun-FlowerAh! Sun-Flower
Ah! Sun-Flower
Ah, sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveler`s journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my sun - flower wishes to go.
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