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The Rose
Have you ever loved a rose,
and watched her slowly bloom;
and as her petals would unfold,
you grew drunk on her parfume .
Have you ever seen her dance,
her leaves all wet with drew ;
and quivered with a new romance-
the wind, he loved her too.
Have you ever longed for her,
on night that go 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 throns;
and swear each night to let her go,
then love her more by dawn.
