Epitaph
M.F.H.
A flower herself to flowers she went,
Sharer of Beauty's banishment;
She left us winter, but to her
It was the springtime of the year.
A flower herself to flowers she went,
Sharer of Beauty's banishment;
She left us winter, but to her
It was the springtime of the year.
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