Freedom
Oh little rose, why do you weep?
"I did not my honor keep!
And he who long had honored me
Now's hied away and set me free.
Free to taste of pleasures bold-
Youth grants me this, and he is old,
But now, strange pain amidst the play-
How could I such love betray?
Now he no longer waits for me
Whom a time too many my whim did flee-
And ne'er shall I hold again
The Prince's love that I knew then...
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