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O’ rose so beautiful
So forsaken and yet
Filling all the world
Each fine petal laden
With such fervour
As to make god’s quake
And fill lovers with regret
So here I lay amidst you
Beguiled at every breath
From which stellar realm
Were you plucked
Adorning summer, worn at her breast
O’ rose so fair never to pale
Pressed cool against worldly lips

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Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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'A rose makes a lady smile no matter what season' 'For you and only twelve ones for no reason'************ :)))))))))))))))))