Why do you show your face just once, dear Jasmine?
Why only one spectacular show?
Won't you hold on to the fine dress a little while
And stay till the curtain calls your last encore.
Does anyone notice your pretty face?
All powdered from the green room below.
Solomon's splendour no match to your fine lace
So stay with us for one more show.
Your scent perfumes just for today,
Your pearl white petals flash a trance.
And just as quickly you lie dead on the way
Leaving us still waiting for that one last dance.
So what about tomorrow that pines in vain
Who can tell who lives and dies another day?
Learn then of the Jasmine who tomorrow disdains,
But dances and dies in an eternity called today.
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