Seed-like, you scatter your friendship
With kind words, here and there.
Maturing up out which shall I then
With floral outcomes compare;
Such love, doubtless compare.
Then it shall be as others who
Their rooms with such gladden;
Who such bloomage daily tend to.
Though praise-lifted, yours freshen.
Grateful-teared, freshen.
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