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Wallflower, Wallflower, up on the wall, Who sowed your seed there? "No one at all: Long, long ago it was blown by the breeze To the crannies of walls where I live as I please. "Garden walls, castle walls, mossy and old, These are my dwellings; from these I behold The changes of years; yet, each spring that goes by, Unchanged in my sweet-smelling velvet am I!" |
