She is a rose flower
It blooms forth at day
Moon at night that radiates
But fades away at dawn
She is adored in acquisition
Bartered to suitor for money
And anatomy bought for seeds
Which she is meant for
I sigh when I see her gorgeous
In luring physique
Because it will soon wrinkle up
Oh! What a “Starless Glory? ”
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