But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, Its Bloom Is Shed

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But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796)
-- Tam o' Shanter