Do not the stranger's penchant rise
Upon the sift of rose on mortal's hand
The luster of dew on petals swiftly pass unseen
Nary the conspicuous rose watched in clandestine
Nary mortal call it quits
Do not this stranger's fortuitous encounter
On budding rose of May
It's beauty may pass someday
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