Faded Flowers.

Faded Flowers.
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The flowers I saw in the wild wood,
Have since dropped their beautiful leaves,
And many dear friends of my childhood
Have slumbered for years in their graves.
But the bloom of the flower I remember,
Though the similes I shall never more see,
For the cold, chilly winds of December
Stole my flowers, my companions, from me.

The roses may bloom on the morrow,
And many dear friends have I won,
But my heart can part but to sorrow,
When I think of the ones that are gone.
‘Tis no wonder that I am broken hearted
And stricken with sorrow should be,
For we have met, we have loved, we have parted.
My nowers, my companions, and me.

Oh, how dark looks this world and how dreary,
When we part from the ones that we love,
But there’s rest for the faint and the weary
And friends meet with lost ones above;
But in heaven I can but remember,
When from earth my proud soul shall
That no cold, chilly winds of December
Shall steal my companion from me. be free,