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* * *[1](#cite_note-1)
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as may never bore;
But I said, "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,[2](#cite_note-2)
To tend it by day and by night;
But my rose[3](#cite_note-3) turn'd away with Jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.