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Come snow, come wind or thunderHigh up in air,I watch my face, and wonderAt my bright hair;Nought else exalts or grievesThe rose at heart, that heavesWith love of her own leaves and lips that pair. "She knows not loves that kissed herShe knows not where.Art thou the ghost, my sister,White sister there,Am I the ghost, who knows?My hand, a fallen rose,Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care. "I cannot see what pleasuresOr what pains were;What pale new loves and treasuresNew years will bear;What beam will fall, what shower,What grief or joy for dower;But one thing-knows the flower; the flower is fair."
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