A red rose...
Is she a red a rose or a girl,
What is she,
Say you,
A girl so artistic and beautiful,
Beautiful not only,
But exquisitely beautiful?
Mark the hue, the fast colour,
The dream with which it has been
Made and chiselled,
The dew drops floating over
The petals,
Sweet, dreamy and lovely,
So perfumed and redolent.
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