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THOUGH fate upon this faded flower His withering hand has laid, Its odour'd breath defies his power, Its sweets are undecayed. And thus, although thy warbled strains No longer wildly thrill, The memory of the song remains, Its soul is with me still. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |