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Rose
With an elegance of red
And a beauty unsaid
With thorns that hurt
anyone who hurts her
She has a voice of divine
and hair the color of red wine
She is my rose
I can call her my own
But I can't have her
No one can marry a flower
@>;--
And a beauty unsaid
With thorns that hurt
anyone who hurts her
She has a voice of divine
and hair the color of red wine
She is my rose
I can call her my own
But I can't have her
No one can marry a flower
@>;--
Published 12th Oct 2011
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