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 The Frost-King - Song 1 by Louisa May Alcott 
						We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die,
 Where your gentle sisters may not weep
 O'er the cold graves where you lie;
 But you go to bring them fadeless life
 In the bright homes where they dwell,
 And you softly smile that't is so,
 As we sadly sing farewell.
 O plead with gentle words for us,
 And whisper tenderly
 Of generous love to that cold heart,
 And it will answer ye;
 And though you fade in a dreary home,
 Yet loving hearts will tell
 Of the joy and peace that you have given:
 Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!
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