Perhaps You'd Like To Buy A Flower

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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
But I could never sell-
If you would like to borrow,
Until the Daffodil

Unties her yellow Bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the Bees, from Clover rows
Their Hock, and Sherry, draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!

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