The rose of my world renders my thoughts, with a turn of her head and the breath of a sigh. The world, in which I dream, be mine to lie. Her smile for the sun to bright to stair. Try as I might to which I can see, just knowing that she there is heaven to me. Her sass and her sway be as time of the day. Shall I lie awake to remember each day. To
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