Rose

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Dew drops shine red,
slipping down your face.
Woke me from dead,
your beauty and grace.

Time won’t pluck late,
a bud you’re no more.
This moment, your fate;
tomorrow, an unknown shore.

Ohh Rose!
From far I’ve flew.
Before the gardener knows,
let me pluck you.

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