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Have you seen a rose,
   and watched her slowly bloom;
   and as her petals would unfold,
   you grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you ever seen her dance,
   her leaves all wet with dew;
   and quivered with a new romance--
   the wind, he loved her too.

Have you ever longed for her,
   on nights that goes on and on;
   for now, her face is all a blur,
   like a memory kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,
   and bled against her thorns;
   and swear each night to let her go,
   then love her more at dawn.