There is a rose in my garden
Each time I behold, my whole she'll gladden
I cherish her touch of sunset hue
The ones that bear that radiance are few
She glows as the dew sprinkles on her skin
Her worth to my heart, a gem's akin;
Of flowers on Earth, I treasure this
At each day's dawn, I plant on her a kiss,
And mow about her, even in pain
For in her bloom, there is my gain.
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