Love is like dew
On lilacs at dawn:
Comes the swift sum
And the dew is gone.
Love is like star-light
In the sky at morn:
Star-light that dies
When day is born.
Love is like perfume
In the heart of a rose:
The flower withers,
The flower withers,
The perfume goes-
Love is no more
Than the breath of a rose,
Than the breath of a rose,
No more
Than the breath of a rose.
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