A rose so red, oh rose so pure, your petals bloom your beauty lures
As if a flower of repose, my love for you eternal.
Lie down upon the dewy ground and float to heaven there abound.
As if so yonder of display, I love u even every day.
In life, in death, and time of rest.
Oh, rose don’t wither, purely stay.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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