There Is A Lasting Little Flower, That Everybody Knows, Yet None Has Thought To Think About The Little Native Rose. The Wattle And The Waratah, The World Has Heard Of Those; But Who, Outside Australia, Kens The Little Native Rose. Yet First For Faint, Far Off Perfume, That Lives Where Memory Goes; And First Of All For Fadelessness, The Little Native Rose.
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