PAP 5: Petals of our Love

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Like a bud of rose
Like it is we bloom
The beauty that enclose
All the pain of gloom

Like a thorns of rose
Like it is I suffer
The drop of every morose
Gives beauty that it flutters

Like a rose it fades
Its color and its shade
Like a rose it vanish
But remains and never perish.





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Miss Heartstrong

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