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Little girl, let us go see whether the rose
Which this morning had opened
Its dress of crimson to the sun
Did not lose this evening
The folds of its purple dress
And its complexion so similar to yours

Alas! see how
In such little time
Its beauties have dropped
Oh, truly the mantle of Nature
Since such a flower does not last
From morning until the evening

However thus, listen to me, little girl
While your age blossoms
In its greener freshness
Gather, gather your youth
As with this flower
Old age will tarnish your beauty