Tune: "Magnolia Flowers"

From the flower vendor I bought
A sprig of spring just bursting into bloom —
Sprinkled all over with teardrops
Still tinged with traces of
Roseate clouds and morning dew.

Lest my beloved should think
I'm not so fair as the flower,
I pin it slanting in my cloud hair,
And ask him to see
Which of us is the lovelier:
The flower or I.
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