There is a rose in my garden, Beautiflu as the mornin star lovely as the mornin due, droppin sweet honey from her honey comb, wit her soft sweet and tender lips its magical bliss, the tast of heaven it almost breathtakin, . takin away the very air i breathe... Enrapture by her magnetic touch is electrifying feelin u cant enought, the love and power is to strong you cant help but to fall in love under her theme song, you become hopeless tryin to fight this war, there is rose in my garden gorgous and beautiful to be hold the glorious splander of majesty...
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