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I Sat on a Rose

I found a friend on the tip of a petal,

Of a rose growing in a beautiful garden,

Her stinger it mended, my heart, so mellow,

Throwing the curves, the knife\'s sharpenned.

She stabbed into my breast, as her magnificent chest,

Held my body reposed.

With a wink of an eye she then flew on by.

And alone was I on the beautiful rose,

I’d not part from.