Rose
Though a bud last night,
Before the morning light,
From the bud I rose
To be a blossomed rose.
My petals are red,
The leaves are green.
Though thorns are my bed,
I live to spread fragrance.
A short life is mine,
But as long as I live,
I spread sweet smell
A long as I can.
Though a bud last night,
Before the morning light,
From the bud I rose
To be a blossomed rose.
My petals are red,
The leaves are green.
Though thorns are my bed,
I live to spread fragrance.
A short life is mine,
But as long as I live,
I spread sweet smell
A long as I can.
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