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One night I wondered near midnight hour

and chanced to gaze upon a blooming flower

This delicate plant left me in fascination

its tiny petals, the objects of my fixation

When suddenly my trance was broken

as I heard my name, loudly spoken

I awoke, much to my consternation

to find the flower was simply my imagination

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