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| Flora: | When autumn falls with leaden cold, It's then the leaves will turn to gold, and fall; But when the spring returns again The wild trees shall blossom then, in turn. But I am neither leaf nor tree - Just Flora. |
| Nibble: | Where's Flora? |
| Flora: | When spring expires in pink and white, The petals on the ground alight, and die: But where the pretty flowers were hung The newborn fruit is green and young, on boughs. But I am neither fruit nor flower - Just Flora. |
| Nibble: | Where's Flora? |
| Flora: | But I am neither leaf nor tree, fruit nor flower, Just Flora. |