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My Little Red Rose
A rose once blossomed in my garden,
so did happiness in my heart;
sweet smiles crowded my lips;
sprightful dances became a common sight
for, i saw my little rose by the morning light.
she smiled but i stared;
i stared yet she smiled;
that was what we did
when the stars took their flight!
i fed her day and night
and praised her with all my might.
when to the morning dew her beauty spread,
her anger was of the color red.
she shone as i already said;
a rose, very red.
we watched each other's face,
wished i belong to her race!