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| Gardenia fair, you smell so sweet, Although you're turning brown. You do not need to drink or eat Or flit about the town. You cheer me with your sweet perfume And tell me all is well. You do not any airs assume, Just cast a gentle spell. Gardenia fair, you are a friend Though others may not last. I know on you I can depend Until my cares are past. | ||
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