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Shed no tear! O shed no tear!

The flower will bloom another year.

Weep no more! O weep no more!

Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.

Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes,

For I was taught in Paradise

To ease my breast of melodies⁠—

Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead

’Mong the blossoms white and red⁠—

Look up, look up⁠—I flutter now

On this flush pomegranate bough.

See me! ’tis this silvery bill

Ever cures the good man’s ill.

Shed no tear! O shed no tear!

The flower will bloom another year.

Adieu, Adieu⁠—I fly, adieu,

I vanish in the heaven’s blue⁠—

Adieu, Adieu!