I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew. In quiet she reposes: Ah! would that I did too.
Sister, awake! close not your eyes, The day her light discloses; And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses.
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