If a rose is radiant yellow
and the sun deep red,
will the sun be called rose,
and a rose give light instead?
If a rose is not a rose,
and the sun not our lifeline, will life be different,
and the sun not shine?
If a rose is not a rose,
what is beauty?
If the sun is not the sun,
what will be its duty?
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