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Flower Ring

The flow’r’d ring
In tree’s top
Plays the stars
In their place
As leaves green and dark
Hide their winking eyes
As no petal can,
And brighten the night sky
And try as the pale blossoms might
They remain
A mere pale imitation
Of those grand players of night.

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