Classic Poem

My lilies, listless, dim,
There where the shadows are;
My lilies, still and slim,
Each a blurred white star

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In the sun,
Softly to each I moved;
Lightly I lipped and loved
Every one.
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I did not know a touch
Could hurt so much;
I did not dream a breath
Meant death

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My lilies, listless, dim,
There where the shadows are;
My lilies, still and slim,
Each a blurred white star.