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Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower,
But I could never sell—
If you would like to borrow,
Until the Daffodil
 
Unties her yellow Bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the Bees, from Clover rows
Their Hock, and Sherry, draw,
 
Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!

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