Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship
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Love is like the wild-rose briar;
Friendship is like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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