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How come the Rose spared in the void of its death? How come the still Rose utter “I love you” in a sinister set, Is it true that the Rose is where true beauty resides? Perhaps one should respond this moment, Or will one accept a truth that resists their belief? Either mean doesn’t cover what I glimpse, A fine bird perhaps – maybe the most gripping, And I adore her further if rain pours. Whether my view be entire, I swear she’s beautiful, so is it true that the Rose is where true beauty resides? I dare say not, for I have taken the monarch beauty.
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