Sweet and white Rose
With wings flying like bird
Fly thyself to my lonely heart
My eyes were so blind
To flowers but the Rose
Allow me to pilgrim thine heart
To acquaint the God of love
The Rose is a special alms
But donate only lonely man
The Rose is a sun that never set
But direct my fickle heart
The Rose is not seasonal again
But harvest love all the time
Rose, the beautiful and bright one
How me can do without thee?
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