Quote - Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,when martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,but never will be sung to us again,is they remembrance. now the hour of resthath come to thee. sleep, darling: it is be Help
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Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But never will be sung to us again,Is they remembrance. Now the hour of restHath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
