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Two flowers same
 Wet and soft, through highs and lows
The breeze of the morning blows
Such was its way
When I was sitting one day
With my darling by my side
And my thoghts with passoins tied
Suddenly from nowhere came
Two flowers same
One found my lap to stay
Down was the other's way
Both were flowers
Both were blue
Both were lovely
Pure in dew
I put one in my darling's hair
And left the other with no care
One had caused a lovely blush
The other on the dirty slush
One is in my darling's hair
And has a beauty rare
The other on the filthy earth
And has no worth