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VIII
When the flower falls
The leaf is no more cherished.
Every day I fear.
The leaf is no more cherished.
Every day I fear.
IX
Even when you smile
Sorrow is behind your eyes.
Pity me, therefore.
Sorrow is behind your eyes.
Pity me, therefore.
X
Laugh—it is nothing.
To others you may seem gay,
I watch with grieved eyes.
To others you may seem gay,
I watch with grieved eyes.
XI
Take it, this white rose.
Stems of roses do not bleed;
Your fingers are safe.
Stems of roses do not bleed;
Your fingers are safe.