A faintly flowered forest
Softly-shadowed glade.
Seated by a tree
In the cool afternoon air,
A young girl whisper-sings
Of melancholy things.
Fancy not flirty
Alone in romantic thought
She plays with the frills
On her dress
And dreams of ethereal things.
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